Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thy image on my heart.
3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest, till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
HYMN 17. S. M.
1 Now is the accepted time,
Now is the day of grace;
Now, sinners, come without delay,
And seek the Saviour's face.
2 Now is the accepted time,
The Saviour calls to-day;
To-morrow it may be too late,
Then why should you delay?
3 Now is the accepted time,
The gospel bids you come;
And every promise in his word
Declares there yet is room.
HYMN 18. L. M.
1 COME, weary souls, with sins distrest,
Come and accept the promis'd rest;
The Saviour's gracious call obey,
And cast your gloomy fears away.
2 Oppress'd with guilt, a painful load;
O come, and spread your woes abroad;
Divine compassion, mighty love
Will all the painful load remove.
3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows,
To cleanse your guilt and heal your woes;
Pardon, and life, and endless peace ;
How rich the gift! how free the grace!
4 Lord, we accept with thankful heart,
The hope thy gracious words impart ;
We come with trembling, yet rejoice,
And bless the kind inviting voice.
5 Dear Saviour! let thy powerful love
Confirm our faith, our fears remove;
And sweetly influence every breast,
And guide us to eternal rest.
HYMN 19. C. M.
1 THE Saviour calls-let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow;
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal wo.
3 Here springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your every pain;
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
4 Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys-
And can you yet delay ?
5 Dear Saviour draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts
And drink, and never die.
1 WITHOUT thy grace, I sink opprest
Down to the gates of hell;
O give my troubled spirit rest,
And all my fears dispel.
2 'Tis mercy, mercy, I implore,
O may thy bowels move:
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.
3 Should I at last in heaven appear,
To join thy saints above;
I'll shout that mercy brought me there,
And sing thy bleeding love.
1 JESUS! in thy transporting name,
What blissful glories rise!
Jesus! the angel's sweetest theme→
The wonder of the skies.
2 What glad return can I impart
For favours so divine?
O take my heart-this worthless heart,
And make it only thine.
HYMN 22. L. M.
1 LORD, at thy feet, I prostrate fall, Opprest with fears to thee I call :
Reveal thy pard'ning love to me,
And set my captive spirit free.
2 I'll seek his face with cries and tears,
With secret sighs and fervent pray'rs ;
And if not heard, I'll waiting sit,
And perish at my Saviour's feet.
HYMN 23. L. M.
1 LORD, in thy presence we appear, And bow before thy throne:
Before our lips begin to move,
Our wants to thee are known.
2 Thou know'st the language of the heart, The meaning of a sigh:
Dear Father, hear our humble pray'r, And bring thy blessings nigh.
10 THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;
In all my trials, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me.
2 When groaning on my burden'd heart,
My sins lie heavily,
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me.
3 The hour is near, consign'd to death,
I own the just decree;
Saviour, with my last parting breath,
I'll cry, "remember me.
1 THOU who for sinners once was slain,
Once dead, but now alive again;
Give me to know, to taste, and prove
The pow'r and sweetness of thy love.
2 Give me to feel my sins forgiven,
And know myself an heir of heav'n;
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood,
And fill me with the love of God.
HYMN 26. C. M.
1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where Jesus answers pray'r;
There humbly fall before his feet.
For none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I. venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By satan sorely prest;
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
1 WHERE two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sovereign Lord, Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn prayer and praise; 2 "There," says the Saviour, " will I be, "Amid this little company;
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