282.* T. 590. When Christ himself to us doth mani fest, GRACE! grace! O that's a welcome And we in him find comfort, peace, sound! Just as you are, for Christ receives 3 All we, who now are his, were first 1 Joint-heirs with Christ of heav'n. 4 Now, dearest Lord, we inly pray, For babes we are most weak, grace alone that feeds our souls, Grace keeps us inly poor; And Oh! that nothing but thy grace May rule us evermore! and rest! 284.* T. 16. WHEN a sinner in affliction 2 While a flood of tears is gushing, "Where shall I find Jesus, where?" While the troubled soul is wishing, "O that he my Saviour were!" 3 In a moment stands before us Jesus with his pierced side; Now we find, that he's desirous Us from wrath to screen and hide. 4 Thus, the soul at once obtaineth Pardon from the sinner's Friend; To true happiness attaineth, And to life which hath no end. 5 Then we with pity look on those Who still in darkness are, WHAT joy or honor could we have, Inviting them to turn to Christ, Poiluted as we are, 2 Of nothing we have ever done 3 None is so holy, pure and just, 4 Nor is there any other way 6 We know the Shepherd's love, who left 7 To him poor sinners may appeal 286.* T. 14. HAPPY the souls who contrite are, A never-failing right... 2 Tho' comforted, they still distrust Their own untoward heart; And wonder, that the Lord to them Such mercy could impart. 3 To world and sin they bid adieu, His pardon daily prove, Desiring larger draughts to drink And in his mercy share. 6 For we, thro' grace, are taught to think Each sinner that we see May pardon, thro' Christ's precious blood, Obtain, as well as we. 7 For Jesus' pardon, love and grace, 287. T. 14. WITH glorious clouds encompass'd round, Whom angels dimly see, 2 Will he forsake his throne above, 3 In manifested love explain 4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, 5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace, The wounds, which all my sorrows heal, That dear disfigur'd face. 6 Before my eyes of faith, confest 4 When thus the blessings of his blood 7 Jehovah in thy person show, And merits we enjoy, Yea, from the fulness of his Take daily fresh supply s Jehovah crucify'd: And then the pard'ning God I know, And feel his blood apply'd.. grace, N 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, 288. T. 90. O CAN it be that I should gain An int'rest in the Saviour's blood ? Dy'd he for me, who caus'd his pain? For me, to make my peace with God? Amazing love! how can it be, That Jesus deign'd to die for me? 2 'Tis myst'ry all; my Maker dies! Who can explore his vast design? In vain the highest seraph tries To sound the depths of love divine; When this became my only plea He freely pardon'd sinful me. 3 He left his Father's throne above, So free, so infinite his grace! Compell'd by everlasting love, He bled for Adam's helpless race; 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, I know that Jesus saved me. 4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay Fast bound in sin and nature's night; His eyes diffus'd a quick'ning ray, I' woke, the dungeon flam'd with light, My chains fell off immediately, And cloth'd in righteousness divine, Now humbly I approach the throne, And claim the crown thro' Christ my own. 289. T. 14. IN evil long I took delight, 2 I saw One hanging on a tree, 3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look; It seem'd to charge me with his death, Tho' not a word he spoke. 4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt, And plung'd me in despair; 5 Alas! I knew not what I did; which said, 6 A second look he gave, 7 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue, (Such is the mystery of grace) 8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 290. T. 582. Or wash away the stain. 291. T. 151. HOW lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! Near unto death he found me, And snatch'd me from the grave; To tell to all around me, His wond'rous pow'r to save. 2 A dying, risen, Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith, And saves the soul from death: 293. T. 151. My Lord, how great the favor, That I a sinner poor, Unto the throne of grace, Who else could give me aid? Thou God, who hearest pray'r! From ev'ry evil save me, Dispel each needless fear. 3 I'll never cease repeating My numberless complaints, But ever be intreating Thee, glorious King of saints, To form me in thine image, And fill my soul with love, Till I to thee my homage Pay with the saints above. 294. T. 22. THE one thing needful, that good part, 2 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies, 296. T. 14. THOU, Lord, must for thy sake forgive, It cannot be for mine; My pow'r, the pardon to receive, 2 A sinner on mere mercy cast, And gladly own from first to last, XVII. Of the Surrender of the Heart to Jesus. 297.* T. 582. UNTO the Lamb of God, 2 To him I wholly give 3 How very weak I am, Have sav'd and rescu'd me; And how thy cleansing blood, Amaz'd at grace so free, 7 Me thy all-seeing eye Hath kept with watchful care; 8 Dear Saviour, I resign My worthless heart to thee; (O may I it fulfil!) Thee to exalt with all my strength, |