Methodist Hymnal - 1889 Edition
100 - 199

100 = L.M.

1        JESU, my Advocate above, My friend before the throne of love, If now for me prevails thy prayer, If now I find thee pleading there, If thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray; Hear, and my weak petitions join, Almighty Advocate, to thine.

2        Fain would I know my utmost ill, And groan my nature's weight to feel, To feel the clouds that round me roll, The night that hangs upon my soul, The darkness of my carnal mind, My will perverse, my passions blind, Scattered o'er all the earth abroad, Immeasurably far from God.

3        Jesu, my heart's desire obtain! My earnest suit present, and gain; My fulness of corruption show, The knowledge of myself bestow; A deeper displacence at sin, A sharper sense of hell within, A stronger struggling to get free, A keener appetite for thee.

4        O sovereign Love, to thee I cry, Give me thyself, or else I die! Save me from death, from hell set free, Death, hell, are but the want of thee. Quickened by thy imparted flame, Saved, when possessed of thee, I am; My life, my only heaven thou art, O might I feel thee in my heart!

101 = 6-7s.

1        SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race, See me from thy lofty throne; Give the sweet relenting grace, Soften this obdurate stone! Stone to flesh, O God, convert; Cast a look, and break my heart!

2        By thy Spirit, Lord, reprove, All my inmost sins reveal, Sins against thy light and love Let me see, and let me feel; Sins that crucified my God, Spilt again thy precious blood.

3        Jesu, seek thy wandering sheep, Make me restless to return; Bid me look on thee, and weep, Bitterly as Peter mourn, Till I say, by grace restored, "Now thou know'st I love thee, Lord!"

4        Might I in thy sight appear, As the publican distrest, Stand, not daring to draw near, Smite on my unworthy breast, Groan the sinner's only plea, "God, be merciful to me!"

5        O remember me for good, Passing through the mortal vale! Show me the atoning blood, When my strength and spirit fail; Give my gasping soul to see Jesus crucified for me!

102 = S.M.

1        O THAT I could repent! With all my idols part, And to thy gracious eye present A humble, contrite heart; A heart with grief opprest For having grieved my God, A troubled heart that cannot rest, Till sprinkled with thy blood.

2        Jesus, on me bestow The penitent desire; With true sincerity of woe My aching breast inspire; With softening pity look, And melt my hardness down, Strike with thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone!

103 = S.M.

1        O THAT I could revere My much-offended God! O that I could but stand in fear Of thy afflicting rod! If mercy cannot draw, Thou by thy threatenings move, And keep an abject soul in awe, That will not yield to love.

2        Show me the naked sword Impending o'er my head; O let me tremble at thy word, And to my ways take heed! With sacred horror fly From every sinful snare; Nor ever, in my Judge's eye, My Judge's anger dare.

3        Thou great tremendous God; The conscious awe impart; The grace be now on me bestowed, The tender, fleshly heart: For Jesu's sake alone The stony heart remove, And melt at last, O melt me do-Into the mould of love!

104 = C.M. 2 Kings xxii. 19, 20.

1        O FOR that tenderness of heart Which bows before the Lord, Acknowledging how just thou art, And trembles at thy word! O for those humble, contrite tears Which from repentance flow, That consciousness of guilt which fears The long-suspended blow!

2        Saviour, to me in pity give The sensible distress, The pledge thou wilt at last receive, And bid me die in peace; Wilt from the dreadful day remove, Before the evil come; My spirit hide with saints above, My body in the tomb.

105 = S.M.

1        O THAT I could repent! O that I could believe! Thou by thy voice the marble rent, The rock in sunder cleave! Thou, by thy two-edged sword, My soul and spirit part, Strike with the hammer of thy word, And break my stubborn heart!

2        Saviour, and Prince of peace, The double grace bestow; Unloose the bands of wickedness, And let the captive go: Grant me my sins to feel, And then the load remove: Wound, and pour in, my wounds to heal, The balm of pardoning love.

3        For thy own mercy's sake The cursed thing remove; And into thy protection take The prisoner of thy love: In every trying hour Stand by my feeble soul; And screen me from my nature's power, Till thou hast made me whole.

4        This is thy will, I know, That I should holy be, Should let my sin this moment go, This moment turn to thee: O might I now embrace Thy all-sufficient power; And never more to sin give place, And never grieve thee more!

106 = 7s&6s.

1         JESU, let thy pitying eye Call back a wandering sheep False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain, like Peter, weep: Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

2        Saviour, Prince, enthroned above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: Give what I have long implored, A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

3        See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die; Life, and happiness, and love Drop from thy gracious eye: Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

4        Look, as when thine eye pursued Thy first apostate man, Saw him weltering in his blood, And bade him rise again: Speak my paradise restored, Redeem me by thy grace alone; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

5        Look, as when thy pity saw Thine own in a strange land, Forced to obey the tyrant's law, And feel his heavy hand: Speak the soul-redeeming word, And out of Egypt call thy son; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

6        Look, as when thy grace beheld The harlot in distress, Dried her tears, her pardon sealed, And bade her go in peace: Vile, like her, and self-abhorred, I at thy feet for mercy groan; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone.

7        Look, as when thy languid eye Was closed, that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die My Saviour gasped) "forgive!" Surely, with that dying word, He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tis done!" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone!

107 = L.M. Isaiah lxi 1-3.

1         THE Spirit of the Lord our God (Spirit of power, and health, and love) The Father hath on Christ bestowed, And sent him from his throne above;

2        Prophet, and Priest, and King of peace, Anointed to declare his will, To minister his pardoning grace, And every sin-sick soul to heal.

3        Sinners, obey the heavenly call; Your prison-doors stand open wide; Go forth, for he hath ransomed all, For every soul of man hath died.

4        'Tis his the drooping soul to raise, To rescue all by sin opprest, To clothe them with the robes of praise, And give their weary spirits rest;

5        To help their grovelling unbelief, Beauty for ashes to confer, The oil of joy for abject grief, Triumphant joy for sad despair;

6        To make them trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord below, To spread the honour of his grace, And on to full perfection grow.

108 = C.M.

1        ENSLAVED to sense, to pleasure prone, Fond of created good, Father, our helplessness we own, And trembling taste our food.

2        Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more To thee the creatures lead; Changed, they exert a baneful power, And poison while they feed.

3        Cursed for the sake of wretched man, They now engross him whole; With pleasing force on earth detain, And sensualize his soul.

4        Grovelling on earth we still must lie, Till Christ the curse repeal; Till Christ, descending from on high, Infected nature heal.

5        Come then, our heavenly Adam, come, Thy healing influence give, Hallow our food, reverse our doom, And bid us eat and live!

6        The bondage of corruption break, For this our spirits groan; Thy only will we fain would seek, O save us from our own!

7        Turn the full stream of nature's tide; Let all our actions tend To thee their source; thy love the guide, Thy glory be the end.

8        Earth then a scale to heaven shall be, Sense shall point out the road, The creatures all shall lead to thee, And all we taste be God.

109 = 7s&6s. Revelation iii. 17.

1        WRETCHED, helpless, and distrest, Ah! whither shall I fly? Ever gasping after rest, I cannot find it nigh: Naked, sick, and poor, and blind, Fast bound in sin and misery, Friend of sinners, let me find My help, my all, in thee!

2        I am all unclean, unclean, Thy purity I want; My whole heart is sick of sin, And my whole head is faint; Full of putrefying sores, Of bruises, and of wounds, my soul Looks to Jesus, help implores, And gasps to be made whole.

3        In the wilderness I stray, My foolish heart is blind, Nothing do I know; the way Of peace I cannot find: Jesu, Lord, restore my sight, And take, O take, the veil away! Turn my darkness into light, My midnight into day.

4        Naked of thine image, Lord, Forsaken, and alone, Unrenewed, and unrestored, I have not thee put on; Over me thy mantle spread, Send down thy likeness from above, Let thy goodness be displayed, And wrap me in thy love.

5        Poor, alas! thou know'st I am, And would be poorer still, See my nakedness and shame, And all my vileness feel; No good thing in me resides, My soul is all an aching void Till thy Spirit here abides, And I am filled with God.

6        Jesus, full of truth and grace, In thee is all I want; Be the wanderer's resting-place, A cordial to the faint; Make me rich, for I am poor; In thee may I my Eden find; To the dying health restore. And eye-sight to the blind.

7        Clothe me with thy holiness, Thy meek humility; Put on me my glorious dress, Endue my soul with thee; Let thine image be restored, Thy name and nature let me prove, With thy fulness fill me, Lord. And perfect me in love.

110 = 7s&6s.

1        JESU, friend of sinners, hear, Yet once again I pray; From my debt of sin set clear, For I have nought to pay; Speak, O speak, the kind release, A poor backsliding soul restore! Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

2        For my selfishness and pride Thou hast withdrawn thy grace, Left me long to wander wide, An outcast from thy face; But I now my sins confess, And mercy, mercy, I implore; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

3        Though my sins as mountains rise, And swell and reach to heaven, Mercy is above the skies, I may be still forgiven; Infinite my sin's increase, But greater is thy mercy's store; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

4        Sin's deceitfulness hath spread A hardness o'er my heart; But if thou thy Spirit shed, This hardness shall depart; Shed thy love, thy tenderness, And let me feel thy softening power; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

5        From the oppressive power of sin My struggling spirit free; Perfect righteousness bring in, Unspotted purity; Speak, and all this war shall cease, And sin shall give its raging o'er; Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

6        For this only thing I pray, And this will I require, Take the power of sin away, Fill me with pure desire; Perfect me in holiness, Thine image to my soul restore, Love me freely, seal my peace, And bid me sin no more.

111 = L.M. Isaiah li. 1-4.

1        THUS saith the Lord! Who seek the Lamb, Who follow after righteousness, Look to the rock from whence ye came, The father of the faithful race.

2        Children of faithful Abraham these Who dare expect salvation here, The Lord shall give them gospel peace, And all his hopeless mourners cheer;

3        Shall soon his fallen Zion raise, Her waste and desolate places build; Pour out the Spirit of his grace, And make her wilds a fruitful field.

4        The barren souls shall be restored, The desert all renewed shall rise, Bloom as the garden of the Lord, A fair terrestrial paradise.

5        Gladness and joy shall there be found, Thanksgiving and the voice of praise; The voice of melody shall sound, And every heart be filled with grace.

6        A law shall soon from him proceed, A living, life-infusing word, The truth that makes you free indeed, The eternal Spirit, of your Lord.

7        His mercy he will cause to rest Where all may see their sins forgiven; May rise, no more by guilt opprest, And bless the light that leads to heaven.

112 = 7s&6s. The Good Samaritan. Luke x. 30.

1        WOE is me! what tongue can tell My sad afflicted state, Who my anguish can reveal, Or all my woes relate? Fallen among thieves I am, And they have robbed me of my God, Turned my glory into shame, And left me in my blood.

2        O thou good Samaritan! In thee is all my hope; Only thou canst succour man, And raise the fallen up: Hearken to my dying cry; My wounds compassionately see; Me, a sinner, pass not by, Who gasp for help from thee.

3        Still thou journeyest where I am, Still thy compassions move; Pity is with thee the same, And all thy heart is love; Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop, And let thy healing grace abound, Heal my bruises, and bind up My spirit's every wound.

4        Saviour of my soul draw nigh, In mercy haste to me, At the point of death I lie, And cannot come to thee; Now thy kind relief afford, The wine and oil of grace pour in; Good Physician, speak the word, And heal my soul of sin.

5        Pity to my dying cries Hath drawn thee from above, Hovering over me, with eyes Of tenderness and love, Now, even now, I see thy face; The balm of Gilead I receive; Thou hast saved me by thy grace, And bade the sinner live.

6        Surely now the bitterness Of second death is past; O my Life, my Righteousness, On thee my soul is cast! Thou hast brought me to thine inn, And I am of thy promise sure; Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin, And all my sickness cure.

7        Perfect then the work begun, And make the sinner whole; All thy will on me be done, My body, spirit, soul; Still preserve me safe from harms, And kindly for thy patient care, Take me, Jesus, to thine arms, And keep me ever there.

113 = 6-8s.

1        O THOU whom fain my soul would love! Whom I would gladly die to know; This veil of unbelief remove, And show me, all thy goodness show; Jesus, thyself in me reveal, Tell me thy name, thy nature tell.

2        Hast thou been with me, Lord, so long, Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known? I claim thee with a faltering tongue, I pray thee, in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me, who thou art, And speak thy name into my heart!

3        If now thou talkest by the way With such an abject worm as me, Thy mystery of grace display; Open mine eyes that I may see, That I may understand thy word, And now cry out-"It is the Lord!"

114 = 6-8s.

1        JESU, in whom the weary find Their late, but permanent repose, Physician of the sin-sick mind, Relieve my wants, assuage my woes; And let my soul on thee be cast, Till life's fierce tyranny be past.

2        Loosed from my God, and far removed, Long have I wandered to and fro, O'er earth in endless circles roved, Nor found whereon to rest below: Back to my God at last I fly, For O, the waters still are high!

4        Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze, The things of earth, for thee I leave; Put forth thy hand, thy hand of grace, Into the ark of love receive, Take this poor fluttering soul to rest, And lodge it, Saviour, in thy breast.

5        Fill with inviolable peace, Stablish and keep my settled heart; In thee may all my wanderings cease, From thee no more may I depart; Thy utmost goodness called to prove, Loved with an everlasting love!

115 = 7s&6s.

1        LET the world their virtue boast, Their works of righteousness; I, a wretch undone and lost, Am freely saved by grace; Other title I disclaim; This, only this, is all my plea, I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

2        Happy they whose joys abound Like Jordan's swelling stream, Who their heaven in Christ have found, And give the praise to him; Meanest follower of the Lamb, His steps I at a distance see; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

3        I, like Gideon's fleece, am found Unwatered still, und dry, While the dew on all around Falls plenteous from the sky; Yet my Lord I cannot blame, The Saviour's grace for all is free; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

4        Surely he will lift me up, For I of him have need, I cannot give up my hope, Though I am cold and dead; To bring fire on earth he came, O that it now might kindled be! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

5        Jesus, thou for me hast died, And thou in me shalt live, I shall feel thy death applied, I shall thy life receive; Yet, when melted in the flame Of love, this shall be all my plea, I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus died for me.

116 = 6-7s.

1         SAVIOUR, cast a pitying eye, Bid my sins and sorrows end; Whither should a sinner fly? Art not thou the sinner's friend? Rest in thee I gasp to find, Wretched I, and poor, and blind.

2        Haste, O haste, to my relief! From the iron furnace take; Bid me of my sin and grief, For thy love and mercy's sake; Set my heart at liberty, Show forth all thy power in me.

3        Me, the vilest of the race, Most unholy, most unclean; Me, the farthest from thy face, Full of misery and sin; Me with arms of love receive, Me, of sinners chief, forgive!

4        Jesus, on thine only name For salvation I depend, In thy gracious hands I am, Save me, save me to the end; Let the utmost grace be given, Save me quite from hell to heaven.

117 = C.M.

1        God is in this and every place; But O how dark and void To me! 'tis one great wilderness, This earth without my God.

2        Empty of him who all things fills, Till he his light impart, Till he his glorious self reveals, The veil is on my heart.

3        O thou who seest and know'st my grief, Thyself unseen, unknown! Pity my helpless unbelief, And take away the stone.

4        Regard me with a gracious eye, The long-sought blessing give; And bid me, at the point to die, Behold thy face and live.

5        Now, Jesus, now, the Father's love Shed in my heart abroad; The middle wall of sin remove, And let me into God.

118 = 8s&6s.

1        AUTHOR of faith, to thee I cry, To thee, who wouldst not have me die, But know the truth and live; Open mine eyes to see thy face, Work in my heart the saving grace, The life eternal give.

2        Shut up in unbelief I groan, And blindly serve a God unknown, Till thou the veil remove; The gift unspeakable impart, And write thy name upon my heart, And manifest thy love.

3        I know the work is only thine, The gift of faith is all divine; But, if on thee we call, Thou wilt the benefit bestow, And give us hearts to feel and know That thou hast died for all.

4        Thou bidd'st us knock and enter in, Come unto thee, and rest from sin, The blessing seek and find; Thou bidd'st us ask thy grace, and have; Thou canst, thou wouldst, this moment save Both me and all mankind.

5        Be it according to thy word! Now let me find my pardoning Lord, Let what I ask be given; The bar of unbelief remove, Open the door of faith and love, And take me into heaven.

119 = C.M. Before Private Prayer.

1        FATHER of Jesus Christ, my Lord, I humbly seek thy face, Encouraged by the Saviour's word To ask thy pardoning grace.

2        Entering into into my closet, I The busy world exclude, In secret prayer for mercy cry, And groan to he renewed.

3        Far from the paths of men, to thee I solemnly retire; See, thou who dost in secret see, And grant my heart's desire.

4        Thy grace I languish to receive, The Spirit of love and power, Blameless before thy face to live, To live and sin no more.

5        Fain would I all thy goodness feel, And know my sins forgiven, And do on earth thy perfect will As angels do in heaven.

6        O Father, glorify thy Son, And grant what I require; For Jesu's sake the gift send down, And answer me by fire.

7        Kindle the flame of love within, Which may to heaven ascend, And now the work of grace begin, Which shall in glory end.

120 = 6-8s.

1         COMFORT, ye ministers of grace, Comfort my people, saith your God! Ye soon shall see his smiling face, His golden sceptre, not his rod, And own, when now the cloud's removed, He only chastened whom he loved.

2        Who sow in tears, in joy shall reap; The Lord shall comfort all that mourn; Who now go on their way and weep, With joy they doubtless shall return, And bring their sheaves with vast increase, And have their fruit to holiness.

121 = 6-8s.

1         EXPAND thy wings, celestial Dove, And, brooding o'er my nature's night, Call forth the ray of heavenly love; Let there in my dark soul be light; And fill the illustrated abyss With glorious beams of endless bliss.

2        Let there be light, again command, And light there in our hearts shall be, We then through faith shall understand Thy great mysterious majesty; And, by the shining of thy grace, Behold in Christ thy glorious face.

3        Father of everlasting grace, Be mindful of thy changeless word; We worship toward that holy place In which thou dost thy name record, Dost make thy gracious nature known, That living temple of thy Son.

4        Thou dost with sweet complacence see The temple filled with light divine; And art thou not well pleased with me, Who, turning to that heavenly shrine, Through Jesus to thy throne apply, Through Jesus for acceptance cry '

5        With all who for redemption groan, Father, in Jesu's name I pray, And still we cry and wrestle on, Till mercy take our sins away: Hear from thy dwelling-place in heaven, And now pronounce our sins forgiven.

122 = 8s&6s.

1         O THOU who hast our sorrows borne, Help us to look on thee and mourn, On thee whom we have slain, Have pierced a thousand thousand times, And by reiterated crimes Renewed thy mortal pain.

2        Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see The man transfixed on Calvary, To know thee, who thou art, The one eternal God and true; And let the sight affect, subdue, And break my stubborn heart.

3        Lover of souls, to rescue mine, Reveal the charity divine, That suffered in my stead; That made thy soul a sacrifice, And quenched in death those flaming eyes, And bowed that sacred head.

4        The veil of unbelief remove, And by thy manifested love, And by thy sprinkled blood, Destroy the love of sin in me, And get thyself the victory, And bring me back to God.

5        Now let thy dying love constrain My soul to love its God again, Its God to glorify; And lo! I come thy cross to share, Echo thy sacrificial prayer, And with my Saviour die.

123 = C.M.

1         LET the redeemed give thanks and praise To a forgiving God! My feeble voice I cannot raise Till washed in Jesu's blood:

2        Till, at thy coming from above, My mountain-sins depart, And fear gives place to filial love, And peace o'erflows my heart.

3        Prisoner of hope, I still attend The appearing of my Lord, These endless doubts and fears to end, And speak my soul restored;

4        Restored by reconciling grace, With present pardon blest, And fitted by true holiness For my eternal rest.

5        The peace which man can ne'er conceive, The love and joy unknown, Now, Father, to thy servant give, And claim me for thine own.

6        My God, in Jesus pacified, My God, thyself declare, And draw me to his open side, And plunge the sinner there.

124 = 8s&6s.

1         O THAT I, first of love possessed, With my Redeemer's presence blessed, Might his salvation see! Before thou dost my soul require, Allow me, Lord, my heart's desire, And show thyself to me.

2        Appear my sanctuary from sin, Open thine arms and take me in, By thine own presence hide; Hide in the place where Moses stood, And show me now the face of God, My Father pacified.

3        What but thy manifested grace Can guilt, and fear, and sorrow chase, The cause of grief destroy? Thy mercy makes salvation sure, Makes all my heart and nature pure, And fills with hallowed joy.

4        Come quickly, Lord, the veil remove, Pass as a God of pardoning love Before my ravished eyes; And when I in thy person see Jehovah's glorious majesty, I find my paradise.

125 = C.M.

1         O THAT I could my Lord receive, Who did the world redeem, Who gave his life, that I might live A life concealed in him!

2        O that I could the blessing prove, My heart's extreme desire, Live happy in my Saviour's love, And in his arms expire!

3        Mercy I ask to seal my peace, That, kept by mercy's power, I may from every evil cease, And never grieve thee more

4        Now if thy gracious will it be, Even now, my sins remove, And set my soul at liberty By thy victorious love.

5        In answer to ten thousand prayers, Thou pardoning God, descend; Number me with salvation's heirs, My sins and troubles end.

6        Nothing I ask or want beside, Of all in earth or heaven, But let me feel thy blood applied, And live and die forgiven.

126 = L.M.

1         TOO strong I was to conquer sin, When 'gainst it first I turned my face; Nor knew my want of power within, Nor knew the omnipotence of grace.

2        In nature's strength I sought in vain For what my God refused to give; I could not then the mastery gain, Or lord of all my passions live.

3        But, for the glory of thy name, Vouchsafe me now the victory; Weakness itself thou know'st I am, And cannot share the praise with thee.

4        Because I now can nothing do, Jesus, do all the work alone; And bring my soul triumphant through, To wave its palm before thy throne.

5        Great God, unknown, invisible, Appear, my confidence to abase, To make me all my vileness feel, And blush at my own righteousness.

6        Thy glorious face in Christ display, That, silenced by thy mercy's power, My mouth I in the dust may lay, And never boast or murmur more.

127 = L.M.

1        WHEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near, And bow myself before thy face? How in thy purer eyes appear? What shall bring to gain thy grace?

2        Will gifts delight the Lord most high? Will multiplied oblations please? Thousands of rams his favour buy, Or slaughtered hecatombs appease?

3        Can these avert the wrath of God? Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood, Alas! they all must flow in vain.

4        Whoe'er to thee themselves approve, Must take the path thy word hath showed, Justice pursue, and mercy love, And humbly walk by faith with God.

5        But though my life henceforth be thine, Present for past can ne'er atone; Though I to thee the whole resign, I only give thee back thine own.

6        What have I then wherein to trust? I nothing have, I nothing am; Excluded is my every boast, My glory swallowed up in shame

7        Guilty I stand before thy face, On me I feel thy wrath abide; 'Tis just the sentence should take place 'Tis just;-but O thy Son hath died!

8        Jesus, the Lamb of God hath bled, He bore our sins upon the tree; Beneath our curse he bowed his head; 'Tis finished! he hath died for me!

9        See where before the throne he stands, And pours the all-prevailing prayer; Points to his side, and lifts his hands, And shows that I am graven there.

10        He ever lives for me to pray; He prays that I with him may reign: Amen to what my Lord doth say! Jesus, thou canst not pray in vain.

128 = C.M.

1         WITH glorious clouds encompassed round, Whom angels dimly see, Will the Unsearchable be found, Or God appear to me?

2        Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart? Answer, thou Man of grief and love, And speak it to my heart!

3        In manifested love explain Thy wonderful design; What meant the suffering Son of man, The streaming blood divine?

4        Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below, That I may now perceive thee near, And my Redeemer know?

5        Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace, The wounds which all thy sorrows heal, That dear disfigured face.

6        Before my eyes of faith confest, Stand forth a slaughtered Lamb; And wrap me in thy crimson vest, And tell me all thy name.

7        Jehovah in thy person show, Jehovah crucified! And then the pardoning God I know, And feel the blood applied;

8        I view the Lamb in his own light, Whom angels dimly see, And gaze, transported at the sight, Through all eternity.

129 = L.M.

1        ADAM descended from above, Federal Head of all mankind, The covenant of redeeming love In thee let every sinner find.

2        Its Surety, thou alone hast paid The debt we to thy Father owed; For the whole world atonement made. And sealed the pardon with thy blood

3        Thee, the paternal grace divine A universal blessing gave, A light in every heart to shine, A Saviour every soul to save.

4        Light of the Gentile world, appear! Command the blind thy rays to see; Our darkness chase, our sorrows cheer, And set thy plaintive prisoners flee.

5        Me, me, who still in darkness sit, Shut up in sin and unbelief, Bring forth out of this hellish pit, This dungeon of despairing grief:

6        Open mine eyes the Lamb to know, Who bears the general sin away; And to my ransomed spirit show The glories of eternal day.

130 = 6-8s.

1        THOU God unsearchable, unknown, Who still conceal'st thyself from me, Hear an apostate spirit groan, Broke off, and banished far from thee; But conscious of my fall I mourn, And fain I would to thee return.

2        Send forth one ray of heavenly light, Of gospel hope, of humble fear, To guide me through the gulf of night, My poor desponding soul to cheer, Till thou my unbelief remove, And show me all thy glorious love.

3        A hidden God indeed thou art! Thy absence I this moment feel; Yet must I own it from my heart, Concealed, thou art a Saviour still; And though thy face I cannot see, I know thine eye is fixed on me.

4        My Saviour thou, not yet revealed, Yet will I thee my Saviour call; Adore thy hand, from sin withheld; Thy hand shall save me from my fall: Now, Lord, throughout my darkness shine, And show thyself for ever mine.

131 = L.M.

1         LORD, I despair myself to heal: I see my sin, but cannot feel; I cannot, till thy Spirit blow, And bid the obedient waters flow.

2        'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give, Thy gifts I only can receive; Here then to thee I all resign; To draw, redeem, and seal, is thine.

3        With simple faith on thee I call, My light, my life, my Lord, my all: I wait the moving of the pool, I wait the word that speaks me whole.

4        Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, Make my infected nature pure; Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, And pour thyself into my heart.

132 = L.M.

1         JESU, the sinner's friend, to thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open thine arms and take me in.

2        Pity, and heal my sin-sick soul; 'Tis thou alone canst make me whole; Fallen, till in me thine image shine, And cursed I am, till thou art mine.

3        Awake, the woman's conquering Seed, Awake and bruise the serpent's head; Tread down thy foes, with power control The beast and devil in my soul.

4        The mansion for thyself prepare, Dispose my heart by entering there; 'Tis this alone can make me clean, 'Tis this alone can cast out sin.

5        At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for thee; Here then to thee I all resign, Thine is the work, and only thine.

6        What shall I say thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but thou art love: I give up every plea beside, "Lord, I am damned, but thou hast died."

133 = L.M.

1        JESU, whose glory's streaming rays, Though duteous to thy high command, Not seraphs view with open face, But veiled before thy presence stand;

2        How shall weak eyes of flesh, weighed down With sin, and dim with error's night, Dare to behold thy awful throne, Or view thy unapproached light?

3        Restore my sight! let thy free grace An entrance to the holiest give; Open mine eyes of faith! thy face So shall I see; yet seeing live.

4        Thy golden sceptre from above Reach forth: see, my whole heart I bow: Say to my soul, "Thou art my love, My chosen 'midst ten thousand, thou!"

5        O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs Of a sick heart with pity view; Hark, how my silence speaks, and cries "Mercy, thou God of mercy, show!"

6        I know thou canst not but be good; How shouldst thou, Lord, thy grace restrain? Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flowed To save me from all guilt and pain.

134 = 6-8s.

1        JESU, if still the same thou art, If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: To me be all thy treasures given, The kingdom of an inward heaven.

2        Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn: I cannot, no, I will not rest, Till thou, my only rest, return, Till thou, the Prince of peace, appear, And I receive the Comforter.

3        Where is the blessedness bestowed On all that hunger after thee? I hunger now, I thirst for God; See the poor fainting sinner, see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy righteousness.

4        Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray Hear in my heart thy Spirit's cry, Mark what my labouring soul would say: Answer the deep unuttered groan, And show that thou and I are one.

5        Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in thy light I then shall see, Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, Glory divine is risen on thee, Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er; Look up, for thou shalt weep no more."

6        Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay: Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thine hands my all resign, And wait till all thou art is mine.

135 = C.M.

1        JESU, if still thou art to-day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name.

2        If still thou goest about to do Thy needy creatures good On me, that I thy praise may show, Be all thy wonders showed.

3        Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet.

4        Loathsome, and vile, and self-abhorred I sink beneath my sin; But, if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean.

5        Thou seest me deaf to thy command, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my withered hand, And lift it up in prayer.

6        Silent, (alas! thou know'st how long) My voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise.

7        Lame at the pool I still am found; Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy.

8        Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin.

9        But thou, they say, art passing by; O let me find thee near! Jesu, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear!

10        Behold me waiting in the way For thee, the heavenly light; Command me to be brought, and say "Sinner, receive thy sight!"

136 = C.M. SECOND PART

1        WHILE dead in trespasses I lie, Thy quickening spirit give; Call me, thou Son of God, that I May hear thy voice and live.

2        While, full of anguish and disease My weak distempered soul Thy love compassionately sees, O let it make me whole!

3        Cast out thy foes, and let them still To Jesu's name submit; Clothe with thy righteousness, and heal And place me at thy feet.

4        To Jesu's name if all things now A trembling homage pay, O let my stubborn spirit bow, My stiff-necked will obey!

5        Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am, But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu's name.

6        I know in thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man; Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain.

7        If thou impart thyself to me, No other good I need; If thou, the Son, shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed.

8        I cannot rest till in thy blood I full redemption have; But thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save.

9        From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul; Lord, I believe, and not in vain, My faith shall make me whole.

10        I too with thee shall walk in white, With all thy saints shall prove What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love.

137 = S.M.

1        WHEN shall thy love constrain, And force me to thy breast? When shall my soul return again To her eternal rest?

2        Ah! what avails my strife, My wandering to and fro? Thou hast the words of endless life; Ah! whither should I go?

3        Thy condescending grace To me did freely move; It calls me still to seek thy face, And stoops to ask my love.

4        Lord, at thy feet I fall! I groan to be set free; I fain would now obey the call, And give up all for thee.

5        To rescue me from woe, Thou didst with all things part; Didst lead a suffering life below, To gain my worthless heart.

6        My worthless heart to gain, The God of all that breathe Was found in fashion as a man, And died a cursed death.

7        And can I yet delay My little all to give? To tear my soul from earth away, For Jesus to receive?

8        Nay, but I yield, I yield! I can hold out no more, I sink, by dying love compelled, And own thee conqueror.

9        Though late, I all forsake, My friends, my all resign; Gracious Redeemer, take, O take, And seal me ever thine!

10        Come and possess me whole. Nor hence again remove: Settle and fix my wavering soul With all thy weight of love.

11        My one desire be this, Thy only love to know; To seek and taste no other bliss No other good below.

12        My Life, my portion thou, Thou all-sufficient art; My hope, my heavenly treasure, now Enter, and keep my heart.

138 = C.M.

1        O THAT thou wouldst the heavens rent, In majesty come down; Stretch out thine arm omnipotent, And seize me for thine own!

2        Descend, and let thy lightning burn The stubble of thy foe; My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn, And make the mountains flow.

3        Thou my impetuous spirit guide, And curb my headstrong will; Thou only canst drive back the tide, And bid the sun stand still.

4        What though I cannot break my chain, Or e'er throw off my load? The things impossible to men Are possible to God.

5        Is there a thing too hard for thee, Almighty Lord of all, Whose threatening looks dry up the sea, And make the mountains fall?

6        Who, shall in thy presence stand, And match Omnipotence, Ungrasp the hold of thy right hand, Or pluck the sinner thence?

7        Sworn to destroy, let earth assail; Nearer to save thou art, Stronger than all the powers of hell, And greater than my heart.

8        Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye, Thy promised aid I claim; Father of mercies, glorify Thy favourite Jesu's name.

9        Salvation in that name is found Balm of grief and care; A medicine for my every wound, All, all I want is there!

139 = C.M. SECOND PART

1         JESU! Redeemer! Saviour, Lord, The weary sinner's friend, Come to my help, pronounce the word, And bid my troubles end.

2        Deliverance to my soul proclaim, And life, and liberty; Shed forth the virtue of thy name, And Jesus prove to me!

3        Faith to be healed thou know'st I have, For thou that faith hast given; Thou canst, thou wilt the sinner save, And make me meet for heaven.

4        Thou canst o'ercome this heart of mine, Thou wilt victorious prove, For everlasting strength is thine, And everlasting love.

5        Thou powerful Spirit shall subdue Unconquerable sin, Cleanse this foul heart, and make it new, And write thy law within.

6        Bound down with twice ten thousand ties, Yet let me hear thy call, My soul in confidence shall rise, Shall rise and break through all.

7        Speak, and the deaf shall hear thy voice. The blind his sight receive, The dumb in songs of praise rejoice, The heart of stone believe.

8        The Aethiop then shall change his skin, The dead shall feel thy power, The loathsome leper shall be clean, And I shall sin no more.

140 = 6-8s. Wrestling Jacob. Genesis xxxii. 24-31.

1        COME, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see! My company before is gone, And I am left alone with thee; With thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.

2        I need not tell thee who I am, My misery and sin declare; Thyself hast called me by my name, Look on thy hands, and read it there; But who, I ask thee, who art Thou? Tell me Thy name, and tell me now.

3        In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold! Art thou the Man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.

4        Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy name, thy nature know.

5        What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long? I rise superior to my pain, When I am weak, then I am strong And when my all of strength shall fail, I shall with the God-man prevail.

141 = 6-8s. SECOND PART

1        YIELD to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer; Speak, or thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if thy name is Love.

2        'Tis Love! 'tis Love! thou diedst for me! I hear thy whisper in my heart; The morning breaks, the shadows flee, Pure, universal love thou art; To me, to all, thy bowels move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

3        My prayer hath power with God; the grace Unspeakable I now receive; Through faith I see thee face to face, I see thee face to face, and live! In vain I have not wept and strove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

4        I know thee, Saviour, who thou art. Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart. But stay and love me to the end, Thy mercies never shall remove; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

5        The Sun of righteousness on me Hath rose with healing in his wings, Withered my nature's strength; from thee My soul its life and succour brings; My help is all laid up above; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

6        Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On thee alone for strength depend, Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.

7        Lame as I am, I take the prey, Hell, earth, and sin, with ease o'ercome; I leap for joy, pursue my way, And as a bounding hart fly home, Through all eternity to prove Thy nature and thy name is Love.

142 = 8-7s.

1DROOPING soul, shake off thy fears, Fearful soul be strong, be bold; Tarry till the Lord appears. Never, never quit thy hold! Murmur not at his delay, Dare not set thy God a time, Calmly for his coming stay, Leave it, leave it all to him.

2        Fainting soul, be bold, be strong Wait the leisure of thy Lord; Though it seem to tarry long, True and faithful is his word; On his word my soul I cast (He cannot himself deny) Surely it shall speak at last; It shall speak, and shall not lie.

3        Every one that seeks shall find, Every one that asks shall have, Christ, the Saviour of mankind, Willing, able, all to save; I shall his salvation see, I in faith on Jesus call, I from sin shall he set free, Perfectly set free from all.

4        Lord, my time is in thine hand, Weak and helpless as I am, Surely thou canst make me stand; l believe in Jesu's name: Saviour in temptation thou; Thou hast saved me heretofore, Thou from sin dost save me now, Thou shalt save me evermore.

143 = 8-7s.

1         JESU, Lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high: Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past! Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last!

2        Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stayed, All my help from thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.

3        Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find! Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind; Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.

4        Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin, Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within: Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee, Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

144 = 8s&6s.

1        THEE, Jesu, thee, the sinner's friend, I follow on to apprehend, Renew the glorious strife; Divinely confident and bold, With faith's strong arm on thee lay hold, Thee my eternal life.

2        Thy heart, I know, thy tender heart Doth in my sorrows feel its part, And at my tears relent; My powerful sighs thou canst not bear Nor stand the violence of my prayer, My prayer omnipotent.

3        Give me the grace, the love I claim; Thy Spirit now demands thy name; Thou know'st the Spirit's will; He helps my souls infirmity, And strongly intercedes for me With groans unspeakable.

4        Prisoner of hope, to thee I turn, And, calmly confident, I mourn, And pray, and weep for thee: Tell me thy love, thy secret tell, Thy mystic name in me reveal, Reveal thyself in me.

5        Descend, pass by me, and proclaim, O Lord of hosts, thy glorious name, The Lord, the gracious Lord, Long-suffering, merciful, and kind; The God who always bears in mind His everlasting word.

6        Plenteous he is in truth and grace; He wills that all the fallen race Should turn, repent, and live; His pardoning grace for all is free; Transgression, sin, iniquity, He freely doth forgive.

7        Mercy he doth for thousands keep; He goes and seeks the one lost sheep, And brings his wanderer home; And every soul that sheep might be: Come then, my Lord, and gather me, My Jesus, quickly come!

145 = 8s&6s.

1        JESUS, let me bless thy name! All sin, alas! thou know'st I am, But thou all pity art: Turn into flesh my heart of stone; Such power belongs to thee alone; Turn into flesh my heart.

2        A poor, unmoving wretch, to thee For help against myself I flee; Thou only canst remove The hindrances out of the way, And soften my unyielding clay, And mould it into love.

3        O let thy Spirit shed abroad The love, the perfect love of God, In this cold heart of mine! O might he now descend, and rest, And dwell for ever in my breast, And make it all divine!

4        What shall I do my suit to gain? O Lamb of God for sinners slain, I plead what thou hast done! Didst thou not die the death for me? Jesu, remember Calvary, And break my heart of stone.

5        Take the dear purchase of thy blood, My Friend and Advocate with God, My Ransom and my Peace; Surety, who all my debt hast paid, For all my sins atonement made, The Lord my Righteousness.

146 = 8s&6s.

1         STILL Lord, I languish for thy grace; Reveal the beauties of thy face, The middle wall remove; Appear, and banish my complaint, Come, and supply my only want, Fill all my soul with love.

2        O conquer this rebellious will! Willing thou art and ready still, Thy help is always nigh; The hardness from my heart remove And give me, Lord, O give me love, Or at thy feet I die!

3        To thee I lift my mournful eye: Why am I thus?-O tell me why I cannot love my God! The hindrance must be all in me It cannot in my Saviour be, Witness that streaming blood!

4        It cost thy blood my heart to, win, To buy me from the power of sin, And make me love again; Come then, my Lord, thy right assert, Take to thyself my ransomed heart, Nor bleed, nor die in vain.

147 = 8s&6s.

1        O LOVE divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me!

2        Stronger his love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable; The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see, They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height.

3        God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine: This only portion, Lord, be mine, Be mine this better part!

4        O that I could for ever sit With Mary at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice: My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth, be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice!

5        O that with humbled Peter I Could weep, believe, and thrice reply My faithfulness to prove, "Thou know'st (for all to thee is known), "Thou know'st, O Lord, and thou alone, Thou know'st that thee I love!"

6        O that I could with favoured John Recline my weary head upon The great Redeemer's breast! From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest.

148 = 6-8s.

1        FATHER of Jesus Christ the Just. My Friend and Advocate with thee, Pity a soul that fain would trust In him who lived and died for me; But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son.

2        If, drawn by thine alluring grace, My want of living faith I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face; What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal, Thy co-eternal Son, display, And call my darkness into day.

3        The gift unspeakable impart; Command the light of faith to shine, To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine: Now bid the new creation be! O God, let there be faith in me!

4        Thee without faith I cannot please, Faith without thee I cannot have; But thou hast sent the Prince of peace To seek my wandering soul, and save; O Father, glorify thy Son, And save me for his sake alone!

5        Save me through faith in Jesu's blood, That blood which he for all did shed; For me, for me, thou know'st it flowed, For me, for me, thou hear'st it plead; Assure me now my soul is thine, And all thou art in Christ is mine!

149 = 6-7s. O! when wilt thou come unto me? Psalm ci. 2

1 WHY not now, my God, my God! Ready if thou always art, Make in me thy mean abode, Take possession of my heart? If thou canst so greatly bow, Friend of sinners, why not now?

2        God of love, in this my day For thyself to thee I cry; Dying, if thou still delay Must I not for ever die? Enter now thy poorest home, Now, my utmost Saviour, come!

150 = C.M.

1         THOU hidden God, for whom I groan, Till thou thyself declare, God inaccessible, unknown, Regard a sinner's prayer! A sinner weltering in his blood, Unpurged and unforgiven; Far distant from the living God As far as hell from heaven.

2        An unregenerate child of man, To thee for faith I call; Pity thy fallen creature's pain, And raise me from my fall. The darkness which through thee I feel Thou only canst remove; Thy own eternal power reveal, Thy Deity of love.

3        Thou hast in unbelief shut up, That grace may let me go; In hope believing against hope, I wait the truth to know: Thou wilt in me reveal thy name, Thou wilt thy light afford; Bound and oppressed, yet thine I am, The prisoner of the Lord.

4        l would not to thy foe submit, I hate the tyrant's chain; Send forth the prisoner from the pit, Nor let me cry in vain! Show me the blood that bought my peace, The covenant blood apply, And all my griefs at once shall cease, And all my sins shall die.

5        Now, Lord, if thou art power descend, The mountain sin remove; My unbelief and troubles end, If thou art truth and love: Speak, Jesu, speak into my heart What thou for me hast done; One grain of living faith impart, And God is all my own!

151 = 2-6s&4-7s.

1        OUT of the deep I cry, Just at the point to die, Hastening to infernal pain, Jesus, Lord, I cry to thee; Help a feeble child of man, Show forth all thy power in me.

2        On thee I ever call, Saviour and friend of all; Well thou know'st my desperate case; Thou my curse and sin remove, Save me by thy richest grace, Save me by thy pardoning love.

3        How shall a sinner find The Saviour of mankind? Canst thou not accept my prayer? Not bestow the grace I claim? Where are thy old mercies? where All the powers of Jesu's name?

4        I will not let thee go, Till I thy mercy know: Let me hear the welcome sound, Speak, if still thou canst forgive; Speak, and let the lost be found; Speak, and let the dying live.

5        Thy love is all my plea, Thy passion speaks for me; By thy pangs and bloody sweat, By thy depth of grief unknown, Save me, gasping at thy feet, Save, O save, thy ransomed one!

6        What hast thou done for me! O think on Calvary! By thy mortal groans and sighs, By thy precious death I pray, Hear my dying spirit's cries, Take, O take, my sins away!

152 = S.M.

1        AH whither should I go, Burdened, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my troubles show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come, Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay!

2        What is it keeps me back, From which I cannot part, Which will not let my Saviour take, Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within, Some idol, which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin.

3        Jesu, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see: Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee: Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away.

4        I now believe in thee Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith to me O let it, Lord, be done! In me is all the bar, Which thou wouldst fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love.

153 = C.M. Philippians ii. 13.

1I SEEM desirous to repent, But cannot without thee Soften this hard heart, or lament My own obduracy; Gladly I would thy word believe, My dear Redeemer know, But neither can rejoice, nor grieve, Till thou the power bestow.

2        I would more sensibly distressed, Throughout this evil day Struggle to utter my request. But cannot, cannot pray, Until the Spirit from on high His needful aid impart, And raise a supplicating cry Within my broken heart.

3        My want of thankfulness, and love, And every grace, I own, Nor will the mountains e'er remove Till thou, my God, come down; Till thou thine own desires fulfil, Thyself to sinners join, And kindly work in me to will And do the will divine.

154 = 6-8s.

1        FAIN would I leave the world below, Of pain and sin the dark abode, Where shadowy joy or solid woe Allures or tears me from my God; Doubtful and insecure of bliss, Since faith alone confirms me his.

2        Till then, to sorrow born, I sigh, And gasp and languish after home; Upward I send my streaming eye, Expecting till the Bridegroom come: Come quickly, Lord! thy own receive; Now let me see thy face, and live.

3        Absent from thee, my exiled soul Deep in a fleshly dungeon groans; Around me clouds of darkness roll, And labouring silence speaks my moans: Come quickly, Lord! thy face display, And look my darkness into day.

4        Sorrow, and sin, and death are o'er, If thou reverse the creature's doom; Sad Rachel weeps her loss no more, If thou, the God, the Saviour come; Of thee possessed, in thee we prove The light, the life, the heaven of love.

155 = L.M.

1        GOD of my life, what just return Can sinful dust and ashes give? I only live my sin to mourn; To love my God I only live.

2        To thee, benign and saving Power, I consecrate my lengthened days; While, marked with blessings, every hour Shall speak thy co-extended praise.

3        Be all my added life employed Thine image in my soul to see; Fill with thyself the mighty void, Enlarge my heart to compass thee.

4        O give me, Saviour, give me more! Thy mercies to my soul reveal; Alas! I see their endless store, But O, I cannot, cannot feel!

5        The blessing of thy love bestow, For this my cries shall never fail; Wrestling, I will not let thee go, I will not, till my suit prevail.

6        I'll weary thee with my complaint, Here at thy feet for ever lie, With longing sick, with groaning faint; O give me love or else I die!

7        come then, my Hope, my Life, my Lord, And fix in me thy lasting home, Be mindful of thy gracious word, Thou with thy promised Father come!

8        Prepare, and then possess my heart, O take me, seize me, from above! Thee may I love, for God thou art! Thee may I feel, for God is love!

156 = 6-7s.

1        O DISCLOSE thy lovely face! Quicken all my drooping powers; Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers; Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away!

2        Well thou know'st I cannot rest Till I fully rest in thee, Till I am of thee possessed, Till from every sin set free, All the life of faith I prove, All the joy and heaven of love.

3        With me O continue, Lord! Keep me, or from thee I fly; Strength and comfort from thy word Imperceptibly supply, Hold me till I apprehend, Make me faithful to the end.

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1         MY sufferings all to thee are known, Tempted in every point like me; Regard my grief, regard thy own, Jesus, remember Calvary!

2        O call to mind thy earnest prayers, Thy agony, and sweat of blood, Thy strong and bitter cries and tears, Thy mortal groan, "My God! my God!"

3        For whom didst thou the cross endure? Who nailed thy body to the tree? Did not thy death my life procure? O let thy pity answer me!

4        Art thou not touched with human woe? Hath pity left the Son of man? Dost thou not all my sorrows know, And claim a share in all my pain?

5        Have I not heard, have I not known, That thou, the everlasting Lord, Whom heaven and earth their Maker own, Art always faithful to thy word?

6        Thou wilt not break a bruised reed, Or quench the smallest spark of grace, Till through the soul thy power is spread, Thy all-victorious righteousn