Luke xi. 13.

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The Holy Spirit to them that ask. C. P. M.
O Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
I plead with thee my suit to gain,

I plead what thou hast done:
Didst thou not die the death for me?
Jesus, remember Calvary,

And break my heart of stone.
Oh, let thy Spirit shed abroad
The love, the perfect love of God,
In this cold heart of mine.
Oh, might He now descend and rest,
And dwell forever in my breast,

And make me all divine.

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. Why didst thou leave thy throne above, But that the secret of thy love

Might to my soul be known? Hast thou not given thyself for me, That I might only live to thee, Might die to thee alone.

"Lord Jesus, quickly come. See signals of distress unfurled By states on stormy billows hurled; Thou Pole-star of a shipwrecked world, Lord Jesus, quickly come.

Hush the fierce blast of war's alarms; The tocsin's toll, the clash of arms: Incarnate Love exert thy charms,Lord Jesus, quickly come.

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Walk once again upon the face
Of this sad earth's tempestuous seas,
And still the waves, O Prince of peace!
Lord Jesus, quickly come.

Lo, thy fair Bride, with garments torn,
Of her celestial radiance shorn,
Upturns her face with watching worn,—
Lord Jesus, quickly come.
Her trickling tears, her piteous cries,
Her struggles, fears, and agonies
Appeal to thy deep sympathies:
Lord Jesus, quickly come.

By doubts and sorrows inly pressed,
By foes beleagured and oppressed,
Hear the strong plea of her unrest,

Lord Jesus, quickly come.

Hope of the blood-bought, blood-wash'd host,
Their only glory, joy, and boast,
Without thy advent all is lost;
Lord Jesus quickly come.

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Meribah.

Lowell Mason, 1839.

Then shall the Judge descend in clouds,
Circled around with countless crowds
Of the celestial choir;
Before whose rapid, glorious ray,
The frightened heav'ns shall flee away,
And hide themselves in fire.

How, how shall sinners venture nigh, Before the Lamb in yonder sky?

Yet, oh! they must draw near, To hear the dreadful word-Depart! Which, like some deadly-pointed dart, Their hearts will wound and tear.

Dear Lord, I sink at thy pierced feet; Oh, let me by experience sweet

Taste thy forgiving love. And when thou dost to judgment come, Take me with thee to thy blest home, Jerusalem above!

When thou,my righteous Judge, shalt come
To take thy ransomed people home,
Shall I among them stand?
Shall such a worthless worm as I,
Who sometimes am afraid to die,
Be found at thy right hand?
I love to meet among them now,
Before thy gracious throne to bow,

Though vilest of them all; But can I bear the piercing thoughtWhat if my name should be left outWhen he for them should call? Prevent, prevent it by thy grace; Be thou, dear Lord, my hiding-place In this my gracious day; Thy pardoning voice, oh, let me hear, To still my unbelieving fear,

Nor let me fall, I pray.

Among thy saints let me be found,
Whene'er th'archangel's trump shall sound,
To see thy smiling face;
Then loudest of the crowd I'll sing,
Till heaven's resounding mansions ring
With shouts of sovereign grace.

Selina Shirley, Countess of Huntington, ab. 1772. Willoughby. p. 286. Garden Hymn. p. 288.

Solemn Inquiry.

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Arr. H., 1884.

Charles Wesley, ab. 1749.

That awful day is drawing near,
When earth her instant doom shall hear,
And all in smoke expire;
Behold, th' Almighty Judge draws nigh,
He rides triumphant in the sky,
Revealed in flaming fire!

I see Him now with glory crowned,
While skies, and seas, and solid ground
All tremble at his rod;

Our nature he no more assumes,
But with th' archangel's voice he comes,
And with the trump of God.

He comes to seal the sinner's doom;
At his command they leave the tomb,
And tremble with affright;
What horror fills each guilty heart
Which hears the awful word, "Depart
To realms of endless night!

He comes to make his people blest;
To hide the pilgrims in his breast,

And bid their troubles end;
If now we humbly watch and pray,
Tho' heaven and earth may pass away,
The Judge will be our friend.

Hugh Bourne's Collection, 1822.

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I will in no wise cast out. John vi. 37.

C. P. M. O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith,

Wilt thou not save a soul from death
That casts itself on Thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.
Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless righteousness I plead,
And His availing blood;
That righteousness my robe shall be;
That merit shall atone for me,

And bring me near to God.
Then snatch me from eternal death;
The spirit of adoption breathe;

His consolations send;

By Him some word of life impart, And sweetly whisper to my heart, "Thy Maker is thy Friend."

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Augustus Montague Toplady, ab. 1756.

O Saviour, cast a gracious smile!
Our gloomy guilt, and selfish guile,
And shy distrust remove:
The true simplicity impart,
To fashion every passive heart,
And mould it into love.