O, tell me, I beseech thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am : Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy Name, thy Nature know. 'Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue, Or touch the hollow of my thigh; Tho' ev'ry sinew were unstrung, Out of my arms thou shalt not fly: Wrestling, I will not let thee go, Till I thy Name, thy Nature know. 6 What though my shrinking flesh complain, And murmur to contend so long? 1 I rise superior to my pain: When I am weak, then I am strong: COME HYMN 9. (P. M.) Welcome to Christ. OME, ye sinners, poor and needy, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and pow'r. CHORUS. Turn to the Lord, and seek salvation, Christ the Lord is come to reign. 2 Now, ye needy! come, and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief, and true repentance, 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Is to feel the need of him. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, 5 Agonising in the garden, Lo, your Maker prostrate lies! 6 Lo, th' incarnate God ascending, 1 Turn to the Lord, &c. HYMN 10. (P. M.) Whither shall I go? WHITHER should I, Jesus, go? B Can the world's vain glittering show, Should my 'waken'd soul remove? 4 May I in thy arms abide, Jesus, Sun of Righteousness; Never may I turn aside, From the path of blessedness. 5 Hence, insidious world, no more Ever blessed with thy smiles. DEAR HYMN 11. (10s.) The Convicted Sinner. EAR Jesus, here comes, and knocks at thy door, A beggar for crumbs, distressed and poor, Blind, lame, and forsaken, all roll'd in his blood, At last overtaken when running from God. 2 To ask children's bread I dare not presume, So long I did swerve and wander from thee, 4 For since thou hast said thou wilt cast out none, 5 I cannot depart, dear Jesus, nor yield, To praise the dear Saviour of sinners like me: HYMN 12. (C. M.) The Meal and Cruise of Oil. 1 BY the poor widow's oil and meal Though small the stock, it lasted well, 2 It seemed as from day to day, 3 Thus to his poor he still will give, But, for to-morrow, they must live 4 No barn or storehouse they possess, Yet have no cause to fear distress, 5 Then let no doubt your mind assail, "The cruise and barrel shall not fail; And thus, though faint, it often seems 7 Though in ourselves we have no stock, The Lord is nigh to save; His door flies open when we knock, HYMN 13. (C. M.) Belshazzar. 1 POOR sinners, little do they think But stand securely on the brink, 2 Belshazzar thus profanely bold But vengeance soon his boasts controul'd, 3 He saw the hand upon the wall, And trembled on his throne, Which wrote his sudden dreadful fall In characters unknown. |