3 If I attempt to pray, And raise my soul on high, My thoughts are hurried fast away, 4 If in thy word I look, Such darkness fills my mind, 5 Thy gospel oft I hear, But hear it still in vain; 6 And must I then indeed Sink in despair and die? Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed 7 That blood which thou hast spilt, 8 Low at thy feet I bow, O pity and forgive! Here will I lie and wait till thou Shalt bid me rise and live. CXCVIII. C. M. NEW SELEC. Remember me. 1 JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend, Now in the bowels of thy love, 2 Remember thy pure word of grace, Remember all thy dying groans, Thou wondrous advocate with God, While thou art sitting on thy throne, 4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile, 5 Howe'er forsaken or distrest, 6 And when I close my eyes in death, BE CXCIX. L. M. NEW SELEC. Looking unto Jesus. Heb. xij. 2. EHOLD a sinner, gracious Lord, Whose soul encourag'd by thy word, At mercy's footstool would remain, And there would look and look again. 2 How oft, deceiv'd by self and pride, Has my vile heart been turn'd aside; And Jonah like has fled from thee Till thou hast look'd again on me. 3 Ah! bring a wretched wanderer home, And to thy footstool let me come, And tell thee all my grief and pain, And wait and look, and look again. 4 Take courage then, my trembling souf, CC. S. M. NEWTON. The pool of Bethesda. John v. BESIDE the gospel pool Appointed for the poor; 2-9. From time to time my helpless sou? 2 How often have I seen The healing waters move; 3 But my complaints remain, 4 How often have I thought, Surely the mercy I have sought 5 But whither can I go ? There is no other pool Where streams of sovereign virtue flow 6 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try 7 No: he is full of grace; He never will permit A soul, that fain would see his face, CCI. C. M. NEWTON. The effort 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, Thou callest burthen'd souls to thee, 3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, By war without, and fears within, 4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place! 1 CCII. S. M. SONGS IN THE NIGHT. THE A strict and holy way; And he that would escape the curse 2 Not one vain thought must rise, He must be holy,'just, and wise, 3 If in one point he fail In thought, or word, or deed, Behold, O God!—I'm vile : 6 Lord! I've transgress'd thy law: I'm carnal and unclean. 7 And does the curse still rest 8 He hath fulfill'd the law, Obtain'd my peace with God; Hence doth my soul her comforts draw, And leave her heavy load. THE BELIEVER. DEVOTING HIMSELF TO GOD. CCIII. S. M. DODDRIDGE. Devoting himself to God. Rom. xii. 1. AND-will the eternal King So mean a gift regard? |