O! do not our suit disdain; Shall we seek thee, Lord, in vain ? 2 Grant that all may seek and find Thee most merciful and kind; Heal the sick, the captive free, Let us all rejoice in thee. 3 In thy own appointed way, Lo we meet thee, here we stay Lord, we know not how to go, Till a blessing thou bestow, Lord, on thee our souls depend, In compassion now descend; · Fill our hearts with thy rich grace, Tune our lips to sing thy praise.
HYMN 192. (7s.)
S the sun in lively eye Shines in every place the same;
So the Lord is always nigh To the souls that love his name.
2 When they move at duty's call, He is with them by the way; He is ever with them all,
Those who go and those who stay. 3 From his holy mercy-seat, Nothing shall their souls confine; Though in spirit they may meet, And in sweet communion join. 4 For a season call'd to part, Let us now ourselves commend
To the gracious eye and heart, Of our ever-present Friend.
HYMN 193. (P. M.)
Invitation to Saints.
OME and taste along with me, Consolation running free;
From my father's wealthy home, Sweeter than the honey-comb. 2 Wherefore should I feast alone, Two is better far than one;
The more come in with free good-will, Make the banquet sweeter still 3 Saints in glory sing aloud,
For to hear and see a God; They're coming in at heaven's door, Making of the number more.
4 Now my body doth its best, For to keep me off from Christ; Sinful nature, rash and vice, Cannot stop the run of grace. 5 Since there is a God to give, And a sinner to receive,
Now I will go to heaven's door, Begging for a little more.
6 Jesus, give me a double share, And call me a chosen heir; Now I go rejoicing home, From the banket of perfume;
7 Real manna on the road,
Dropping from the mount of God; Heaven's here, and heaven's there,
HYMN 194. (P. M.) Asking God for a Blessing.
1 OME, thou fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace,
Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above: Praise the mount-O fix me on it, Mount of God's unchanging love.
3 Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I'm come; And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interpos'd his precious blood. 5 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrain'd to be! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee! 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ;
Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart, Lord, take and seal it, Seal it from thy courts above.
HYMN 195. (P. M.)
Confessing God's Joy.
APPY soul, thy days are ended, All thy mournful days below; Go by angels' joys attended, To the sight of Jesus go.
2 Waiting to receive thy spirit,
Lo, thy Saviour stands above; Pleads the purchase of his merits, Stretches out a crown of love.
3 Give him glory, give him glory, Glory, glory, is his due ; Angels now are hov'ring round us, Unperceiv'd amidst the throng.
4. Wondering at the love that crown us, Glad to join the holy song; Give him glory, give him glory, Glory, glory, is his due.
5 Glory be to our bless'd Saviour, Glory be to God on high; Glory be to our bless'd Saviour, Sing his praises round the sky.
HYMN 196. (P. M.) Confessing Christ.
1 THE voice of free grace
Cries escape to the mountain; And Adam's lost race
Cries open the fountain.
2 For sin and uncleanness, And ev'ry transgression,
Jesus' blood flows freely
In streams of salvation. Praises to the Lamb, Who purchas'd our pardon; We'll praise him again When we pass o'er Jordan. In Jesus' side is
Plenteous redemption; A fountain so wide,
That all may find pardon, For sin and uncleanness, And every transgression; His blood flows freely
In streams of salvation.
HYMN 197. (C. M.) A Fountain opened.
1 HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, THE Drawn from the Saviour's side;
And sinners plung'd into that flood, Lose all their guilt and pride.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day;
may I there, tho' vile as he Wash all my sins away!
3 Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransom'd church of God Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply,
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