Tis midnight with my soul 'till he,
Bright morning star, bids darkness flee.
4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush-be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may,
When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tear to wipe, no good to crave,
No fear to quell, no soul to save.
6 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain-
'Till then, I'll boast a Saviour slain !
And, O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me!
1 COME humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve.
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose e;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3" Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone
Without his sov❜reign grace.
4 "I'll to the gracious king approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives,
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my pray'r;
But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.
6"I can but perish if I go-
I am resolv'd to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."
HYMN 11. L. M.
1 0 THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble cry;
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye:
2 See, low before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wand'rer mourn!
Thyself hast bid me seek thy face;
Thyself hast said, return.
3 O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let thy Spirit's voice impart!
A taste of joy divine!
HYMN 12. L. M.
1 HE dies! the Friend of sinners dies! Lo! Salem's daughters weep around! A solemn darkness veils the skies!
A sudden trembling shakes the ground! 2 Come saints, and drop a tear or two
For him who groan'd beneath your load
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree;
The Lord of Glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see !
Jesus the dead revives again!
4 The rising God forsakes the tomb!
Up to his Father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies!
5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell
How high our great Deliverer reigns;
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell,
And led the tyrant death in chains!
6 Say, "Live for ever, glorious King,
"Born to redeem, instruct, and save!" Then ask-" O death, where is thy sting? "And where thy victory, O grave?"
HYMN 13. C. M.
1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home!
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wond'rous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing pow'r,
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore ;
O keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
HYMN 14. L. M.
1 ETERNITY! the dread abode
And habitation of our God;
His glory fills the vast expanse,
Beyond the reach of mortal sense.
2 But an eternity there is
Of dreadful wo, or joyful bliss:
And swift as time fulfils its round,
We to eternity are bound.
3 Sinner! can'st thou for ever dwell
In all the fi'ry deeps of hell;
And is death nothing, then, to thee;
Death, and a dread eternity?
4 Ye gracious souls with joy look up;
In Christ rejoice, your glorious hope,
This everlasting bliss secures ;
God and eternity are yours.
HYMN 15. L. M.
1 Now to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue
Hosanna to th' Eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim. 2 See, where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone. 3 The spacious earth and spreading flood Proclaim the wise and powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in every rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of thine hands: The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ; Ye angels dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground. 6 Oh, may I live to reach the place Where he unveils his lovely faceWhere all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold!
HYMN 16. L. M.
10 THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit,
At Jesus' feet to lay me down!
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.
2 Rest for my soul I long to find :
Saviour of all if mine thou art,
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