XXV. OfGrowth in Self-knowledge, and Sighing for Grace. My soul before thee prostrate lies, 2 Deeply convinc'd of sin I In thy death, Saviour, let me die; 3 Take full possession of my heart, My heart in thee, and in thy ways 5 I know, that nought in me avails, Who to deliver me, Suffer'd in my stead, In a tomb was laid, 2 Could even all the love And in the church below, And in one bosom glow; 3 Love is his nature still, His precious thoughts of peace, Resign'd in ev'ry case; 4 O my Immanuel, ` 6. Still will I wait, O Lord, on thee, 7 All my own schemes, each I to thy better will resign; 8 Then ev'n in storms I thee shall know Of my sinfulness, Keep on each occasion In me equal pace; While I own ashamed, "I deserved wrath!" I rejoice, reclaimed From sin's pow'r, by faith. 3 Jesus, when thy blessings Fill my needy heart, Fear and anxious doubtings Then from me depart; I in thy atonement My election trace, And rejoice astonish'd At my lot of grace. 4 Witness true and faithful, Christ, the church's Head, All is Yea and Amen Thou hast promised; As I am, so take me With my worst and best ; Ever thine preserve me Till with thee I rest. 5 Now what thou art doing I with joy will view,} For thy tender mercies Are each morning new; And thou wilt thy promise, Lord, fulfil to me, That 'midst all my weakness, I thy joy shall be. 452.* T. 141. JESUS' love unbounded Yet, alas,, how often Do we cause him pain! Should show forth his praise. 12 Lord, thy body's Saviour, 3 All our days, O Jesus, 453.* T. 30. O MY God, I come oppress'd with sad ness, Fill my troubled soul with joy & gladness In thy salvation; No where else I find true consolation. 2 Faithfully thy Spirit me directed, But his warning I have oft neglected; Most gracious Saviour, Pardon and restore me to thy favor. 3 I confess, O Lord, with deep contrition, My unfaithfulness, hear my petition; Comfort and bless me, With thy gracious presence now refresh me. 4 O baptize me with thy fire & spirit, Grant me from the fulness of thy merit True heart's compunction, Prim'tive love, simplicity and unction. 5 Give me grace to walk with circumspection, Keep me from the world's and sin's infection, That my behavior May adorn thy doctrine, gracious Sa 2 Doth howe'er in my frail nature Something stir that is not good, And might to my soul prove hurtful, Straight I turn to Jesus' blood, 3 Straight to Jesus' wounds and bruises, With believing confidence; Thus I always can find shelter From sin's baneful influence: 4 Lamb of God, display the virtue Of thy sanctifying blood, Overstream with life and blessing Us poor sinners 'fore thee bow'd; 5 Sinners, in ourselves unworthy Of the smallest crumb of grace, But who dare of boundless mercy Boast, to our Redeemer's praise. 455.* T. 4. WE know that we're poor, In us there's no good,-O cleanse us, This plainly our faith-Discerns by thy agony, passion and death. 3 Lord Jesus, receive The thanks we can give; O that to thy praise,-Each blood-drop within us were hallow'd always! 4 We all at thy throne Now humbly fall down; Praise to thee,our God,-Be brought by us, sinners,redeem'd with thy blood. 456.* T. 244. WHEN I am conscious truly Of my great sinfulness, And that so very slowly Towards the mark I press; Nought then can comfort me, But Jesus' mercy free, And that he bore with patience 2 Yea, when I see in spirit Then I true happiness My eyes with tears flow over For heart-felt thankfulness. 457.* T.22. WHILE here on earth we run our race, We Jesus' love and kindness trace; Our faults are more than we can tell, Yet did his mercy never fail. 2 When we like wand'ring sheep had stray'd, His boundless goodness he display'd; He sought us, worthless as we are, And took us in his tender care, 3 Asham'd we own our great defect, And did not Jesus us protect, We should be oft depress'd with fears, While traversing this vale of tears. True comfort to the needy heart: 4 But Jesus' blood and death impart Those who still weak and feeble are, He kindly in his arms will bear. 458. T. 119. O JESUS, Jesus, my good Lord, 3 But thine all-seeing eye then view'd, 4 Yet O! how faithless is Of reas'ning and of pride! 5 How doth the old corruption strive That thou dost bless my sinful, worthless heart And canst with such patience bear my behavior, 6 Thou Friend of sinners, love me still, O wert thou not exactly such a Saviour The poorest and the worst ; 7 Yet let me not thy grace abuse, 8 On me, my King, exert thy, pow'r, Make old things pass away; Create all new, draw me to thee, Still nearer ev'ry day. 9 Thou know'st which way to rectify Each stubborn ill within, How to subdue my ev'ry thought, What should I do! Hast thou my sins forgiven, 3. Thou, Lord, wilt not forsake me, Grant me henceforth, dear Saviour, 462. T. 106. AH, Lord, how apt am I to stray Nature oft strives to bear the sway, Strive I great comforts to obtain, grace. 5 And at the same time lets me feel, 7 Complete thy work,my gracious King, 464. T. 22. 2 Forbid, O Lord, each vain desire, FROM my own works at last I cease, 463. T. 22, VAIN are all efforts made to trace 2 By my own strength I can't procure 3 'Tis thine alone to change the heart, |