5 Open the intercourse between
My longing soul and thee,
Never to be broke off again
To all eternity.
Mourner.] HYMN 126. L. M.
WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be
That I shall find my all in thee?
The fulness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love?
2 A poor blind child I wander here,
If haply I may feel thee near:
O dark! dark! dark! I still must say,
Amidst the blaze of Gospel-day.
3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.
4 When from the arm of flesh set free,
Jesus, my soul, shall fly to thee:
Jesus, when I have lost my all,
I shall upon thy bosom fall.
THOM man forsakes thou wilt not leave; Ready the outcasts to receive: Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known.
2 Ah! wherefore did I ever doubt?
Thou wilt in nowise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee,
With only sin and misery.
3 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure :
I want, do thou enrich the poor;
Under thy mighty hand I stoop;
Olift the abject sinner up!
4 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight:
Lord, I am weak, be thou my might:
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee!
Abridge.] HYMN 128. C. M.
JESUS, Redeemer of mankind,
Display thy saving power:
Thy mercy let these outcasts find,
And know their gracious hour.
2 Ah! give them, Lord, a longer space,
Nor suddenly consume:
But let them take the proffer'd grace,'
And flee the wrath to come.
30 wouldst thou cast a pitying look,
All goodness as thou art,
Like that which faithless Peter's broke,
On each obdurate heart!
4 Who thee beneath their feet have trod,
And crucified afresh,
Touch with thine all-victorious blood,
And turn the stone to flesh.
5 Open their eyes thy cross to see,
Their ears to hear thy cries:
Sinner, thy Saviour weeps for thee,
For thee he weeps and dies.
6 All the day long he meekly stands,
His rebels to receive,
And shows his wounds, and spreads his hands, And bids you turn and live.
7 Turn, and your sins of deepest die
He will with blood efface:
E'en now he waits the blood t' apply;
Be sav'd, be sav'd by grace!
3 Be sav'd from hell, from sin, and fear:
He speaks you now forgiven;
Walk with your God, be perfect here,
And then come up to heaven.
Mear.] HYMN 129. C. M.
COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers:
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
2 Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go,
To reach eternal joys!
3 In vain we tune our formal songs,
In vain we strive to rise;
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
And our devotion dies.
4 Father, and shall we ever live,
At this poor dying rate?
Our love so faint, so cold to thee,
And thine to us so great?
5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning powers;
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love,
And that shall kindle ours.
Mount Pleasant.] HYMN 130. C. M.
ALL glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise;
While angels live to know thy name,
Or men to feel thy grace!
2 With this cold, stony heart of mine,
Jesus, to thee I flee;
And to thy grace my soul resign,
To be renew'd by thee.
3 Give me to hide my blushing face,
While thy dear cross appears;
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes to tears.
4 O may the uncorrupted Seed,
Abide and reign within:
And thy life-giving word forbid
My new-born soul to sin.
5 Father, I wait before thy throne;
Call me a child of thine:
Send down the Spirit of thy Son,
To form my heart divine.
6 There shed thy promis'd love abroad,
And make my comfort strong;
Then shall I say, "My Father God!"
With an unwavering tongue.
Abridge.] HYMN 131. C. M.
FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee,
No other help I know;
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah, whither shall I go?
2 What did thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour to secure
My soul from endless death!
30 Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.
4 Author of faith, to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift,
My soul without it dies.
5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.
6 The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see thy face:
O let me hear thy quick'ning voice,
And taste thy pard'ning grace!
Kentucky,] HYMN 132. S. M.
MAY thy powerful word
Inspire a feeble worm,
To rush into thy kingdom, Lord,
And take it as by storm.
O may we all improve
The grace already given,
To seize the crown of perfect love,
And scale the mount of heaven!
Eutaw.] HYMN 133. 6 lines 8's.
WONDROUS power of
What tongue can tell th' almighty grace?
God's hands or bound or open are,
As Moses or Elijah prays;
Let Moses in the Spirit groan,
And God cries out "Let me alone!
2 "Let me alone, that all my wrath,
May rise the wicked to consume;
While justice hears thy praying faith,
It cannot seal the sinner's doom:
My Son is in my servant's prayer,
And Jesus forces me to spare.'
3 O blessed word of Gospel grace,
Which now we for our Israel plead!
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