3 Father, if I may call thee so, 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine, Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll. 5 To thee my last distress I bring, The heightened fear of death I find; The tyrant, brandishing his sting, Appears, and hell is close behind. 6 I deprecate that death alone, That endless banishment from thee; SECTION IV. FOR BACKSLIDERS RECOVERED. 78 & 6 s. 182 I WILL hearken what the Lord Will say concerning me: Hast thou not a gracious word May in thee have peace and power, And never grieve thee more. 2 How have I thy Spirit grieved Since first with me he strove, Obstinately disbelieved, And trampled on thy love! I have sinned against the light: 3 After all that I have done To drive thee from my heart, Thou continuest still the same, 183 1 JESU, 6-7 s. ESU, Shepherd of the sheep, Guide, and nourish me, and keep, 2 I am never at one stay, Now and evermore the same; 'Stablish with thy grace my heart. 3 Give me faith to hold me up, Walking over life's rough sea, Holy, purifying hope Still my soul's sure anchor be; 1 MY C. M. God, my God, to thee I cry, Thy purifying blood apply, And wash me white as snow. 2 Touch me, and make the leper clean, Unless thou wash my soul from sin, 3 But art thou not already mine? 4 Tell me again my peace is made, 184 The debt's discharged, the ransom's paid, 5 Behold, for me the victim bleeds, For me the blood of sprinkling pleads, 6 O why did I my Saviour leave? 7 I forced thee first to disappear, Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here, 8 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er, The riches of thy grace. 9 O could I lose myself in thee, 10 My humbled soul, when thou art near, 11 I loathe myself when God I see, Content if thou exalted be, 8-78. FTER all that I have done, Whither shall my vileness run? 1 2 0 confirm the gracious word, Till thou bring thy nature in, 6-8 s. VEARY of wandering from my God, I hear, and bow me to the rod; For thee, not without hope, I mourn; A friend before the throne of Love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin, Yet once again I seek thy face; Open thine arms, and take me in, 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, And make my heart a house of prayer. 4 The stone to flesh again convert, The veil of sin again remove; Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by thy dying love; This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft, and make it new. 186 |