Rest for my soul I long to find; 3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God, 5 I would, but thou must give the power, REDEMPTION. 203 Bartimeus. 1 "MERCY, O thou Son of David!" 8,7. Thus the blind Bartimeus prayed; "Mercy, O thou Son of David! Now to me afford thine aid." 2 Many for his crying chid him, But he called the louder still; Till the gracious Saviour bid him, 3 Money was not what he wanted, 5 Now, methinks, I hear him praising, "Friends, is not my case amazing? 60 that all the blind but knew him, 1 204 Joy over the Convert. L. M. WHO Through all the courts of Paradise, To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born! 2 With joy, the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love: The Son with joy looks down, and sees 3 The Spirit takes delight to view 205 The Mercy-seat. C. M. APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his fect, promise is my only plea, "Vith this I venture nigh; ou callest burdened souls to thee, 3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin, By wars without, and fears within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, BEHOLD the ark of God! 3 And when the waves of wrath Thine ark shall ride the sea of fire, 207 The Soul. S. M C. M. THOUGH I am young, I have a soul The world can never buy; And while eternal ages roll, 2 For it must soar to worlds on high, 3 The soul by blackening sin defiled 4 Till it be pure from all its stains, Cleansed by the Saviour's dying pains, 5 Pardon it, cleanse it, God of grace! 1 Arrayed in thine own holiness, 208 The Wonders of Redemption. C. M. dwell with sinners here below, And sunk to wretchedness and wo, 2 He took the dying sinner's place, 3 O Lord, what heavenly wonders dwell By this are sinners snatched from hell, 209 The Gospel Trumpet. BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, P.M. To earth's remotest bound: Exalt the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Through all the lands proclaim: 3 Ye who have sold for naught Shall have it back unbought, 4 The gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace; 210 The Birth of Christ. C. M. WHILE shepherds watched their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, |