Faint and weary Thou hast sought me,
On the Cross of suffering brought me ;
Shall such grace in vain be brought me ?
Guilty, now I pour my moaning,
All my shame with anguish owning;
Spare, O God, Thy suppliant groaning!
Thou the sinful woman savedst-
Thou the dying thief forgavest;
And to me a hope vouchsafest.
Lo, I kneel, with heart submission:
See, like ashes, my contrition—
Help me, in my lost condition!
Oh! that day of tears and mourning!
From the dust of earth returning
Man for judgment must prepare him;
Spare, O God, in mercy spare him!
Lord, all-pitying Jesu blest,
Grant us Thine eternal rest.
THOU art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb,
The Saviour hath passed through its portals before thee,
And the lamp of His love was thy guide through the gloom.
Thou art gone to the grave-we no longer behold thee,
Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee,
And sinners may die, for the Sinless hath died.
Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee,
Whose God was thy Ransom, thy Guardian and Guide;
He gave thee, He took thee, and He will restore thee,
And eath hath no sting, for the Saviour hath died.
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
O Lord, stretch forth Thine arm,
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
LORD, pour Thy Spirit from on high,
And Thine ordained servants bless,
Thy promised power to each supply,
And clothe Thy priests with righteousness.
Wisdom and zeal and faith impart,
Firmness and meekness, from above,
To bear Thy people on their heart,
And love the souls whom Thou dost love;
To watch and pray, and never faint,
By day and night their guard to keep,
To warn the sinner, cheer the saint,
Protect Thy lambs, and feed Thy sheep.
So, when their work is finished here,
May they in hope their charge resign;
Before Thy throne with joy appear,
And there with crowns of glory shine.
FROM Greenland's icy mountains,
From India's coral strand,
Where Afric's sunny fountains
Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,
From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain !
What though the spicy breezes
Blow soft o'er Java's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness,
The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen in his blindness,
Bows down to wood and stone!
Can we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high,
Can we to men benighted
The lamp of light deny?
Salvation! oh! salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till each remotest nation
Has learnt Messiah's Name!
Waft, waft, ye winds, His story,
And you, ye waters, roll,
Till like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole;
Till o'er our ransomed nature
The Lamb for sinners slain,
Redeemer, King, Creator,
In bliss returns to reign!
O SPIRIT of the living God,
In all the fulness of Thy grace,
Where'er the foot of man hath trod,
Descend upon our fallen race.
Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love,
To preach the reconciling word;
Give power and unction from above
Where'er the joyful sound is heard.
O Spirit of the Lord, prepare
All the round earth her God to meet;
Breathe Thou abroad like morning air,
Till hearts of stone begin to beat.
Baptize the nations far and nigh,
The triumphs of the Cross record:
The name of Jesus glorify,
Till every kindred call him Lord.
THOU, whose Almighty Word,
Chaos and darkness heard,
And took their flight ;
Hear us, we humbly pray :
And where the Gospel-day
Sheds not its glorious ray;
"Let there be light!"
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