3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away:
'Tis all that I can do.
1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar :
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see,
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
Hark! as they soar on high,
What music fills the air!
Their anthems say,
66 Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead ;
He rose to-day."
4 Ye mortals, catch the sound,
Redeem'd by him from hell;
And send the echo round
The globe on which you dwell;
Transported cry,
"Jesus who bled
Hath left the dead
No more to die."
5 All hail triumphant Lord,
Who sav❜st us with thy blood!
Wide be thy name ador'd,
Thou rising, reigning God!
With thee we rise,
With thee we reign,
And empires gain
Beyond the skies.
1 ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed! And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I had done, He groan'd upon the tree? Amazing pity! grace unknown! And love beyond degree!
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,
And shut his glories in,
When God, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature's sin.
4 Thus might I hide my blushing face,
While his dear cross appears,
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness,
And melt mine eyes in tears.
5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay
The debt of love I owe :
Here, Lord, I give myself away:
"Tis all that I can do.
1 WHILST thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
2 Thy love the power of tho't bestow'd,
To thee my thoughts would soar :
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd;
That mercy I adore.
3 In each event of life, how clear
Thy ruling hand I see,
Each blessing to my soul most dear,
Because conferr'd by thee.
4 In every joy that crowns my days,
In every pain I bear,
My heart shall find delight in praise,
Or seek relief in prayer.
5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour,
Thy love my thoughts shall fill ;
Resign'd, when storms of sorrow low'r,
My soul shall meet thy will.
6 My lifted eye, without a tear,
The gathering storm shall see,
My steadfast heart shall know no fear;
That heart will rest on thee.
HYMN 7. L. M.
1 RETURN, O wanderer, return,
And seek an injur'd Father's face;
Those warm desires that in thee burn,
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer, return,
And seek a Father's melting heart;
His pitying eyes thy grief discern,
His hand shall heal thine inward smart:
3 Return, O wanderer, return,
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to his bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer, return,
And cast away thy slavish fear:
'Tis God who says, 66
no longer mourn,'
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
HYMN 8. P. M.
1 COME thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace!
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise:
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
I am resolv'd to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die."
HYMN 11. L. M.
1 O 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 ;
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