I S. M. 291. Inconstancy lamented. Rom. vii. 19. I would, but can't repent, This stony heart can ne'er relent, I would, but cannot love, No arguments have pow'r to move I would, but cannot rest, I know what he appoints is best, O could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would but cannot-Lord relieve; S. M. 292. Bethesda's Pool. John v. 2-d. 1 BESIDE the gospel pool, Appointed for the poor, From year to year my helpless soul How often have I seen 3 The healing waters move; And others round me stepping in, Their efficacy prove! But my complaints remain; As full of guilt, and fear, and pain, O, would the Lord appear He knows how long I've languish'd here, [5 How often have I thought, But whither can I go? There is no other pool Where streams of sov'reign virtue flow Here, then, from day to day, 8 No he is full of grace; He never will permit A soul, that fain would see his face, 293. 1 P. M. THOU great mysterious God unknown, Whose love hath gently led me on Mine inmost soul expose to view, Thy justifying grace. 2 If I have only known thy fear, 3 Short of thy love I would not stop, The sense of sin forgiven; If now the witness were in me, And should I not with faith draw nigh, 5 Ah! never let thy servant rest, 6 Whate'er obstructs thy pard'ning love, P. M. 294.The broken Heart; or, the Sinner's Piea. 1 WI WILL the pardoning God despise One who brings his all to thee, 2 Saviour, see my troubled breast, 3 Listen to my plaintive moans, Good physician, show thine art, (188.) S. M. 295. God the preserver of his people God the only wise, 1 T Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, 3 He will present our souls 4 Then all his faithful sons Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer, God, Wisdom and pow'r belongs, Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. 296. P. M. A Prayer for the promised Rest, Isa. xxvi. 3. 1 DEAR Friend of friendless sinners, hear And magnify thy grace divine; Pardon a worm that would draw near, 3 Thou say'st thou wilt thy servants keep 4 Take me, my Saviour, as thine own, Bid the tempestuous rage of sin, And turn my sorrows into joy: 297. P. M. Pleading the Atonement. Ps. lxxxiv. 9 FATHER, God, who seest in me Only sin and misery, Turn to thy Anointed One, Look on thy beloved Son Him, and then the sinner, see: Look through Jesus' wounds on me. |