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ROMBERG. 6. M.

From the "CHORALIST.”

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1. And can my eyes, with-out a tear, A weep-ing Saviour see!

Shall I not weep his groans to hear, Who groaned and died

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* See also AVON and DUNDEE 78, 168.

Repentance at the Cross.

1. AND can my eyes, without a tear,
A weeping Saviour see?
Shall I not weep his groans to hear
Who groaned and died for me?
2. Blest Jesus, let those tears of thine
Subdue each stubborn foe;
Come, fill my heart with love divine,
And bid my sorrows flow.

667.

Remembering Christ.

1. ACCORDING to thy gracious word,
In meek humility,

This will I do, my dying Lord!—
I will remember thee.

2. Thy body, broken for my sake,
My bread from heaven shall be;
Thy testimental cup I take,
And thus remember thee.

3. Gethsemane can I forget?
Or there thy conflict see,-
Thine agony and bloody sweat,
And not remember thee?

4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary,

O Lamb of God, my sacrifice!
I must remember thee:-

5. Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me!

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3. Oh! fill my soul with faith and love, And strength to do thy will; Raise my desires and hopes above,— Thyself to me reveal.

670. The Soul casting itself on Christ. 1. APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat, Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet, For none can perish there.

2. Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3. Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By wars without, and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4. Be thou my shield and hiding-place,
That, sheltered near thy side,
I may my fierce acc ser face,

And tell him, thou hast died.

5. Oh! wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name!

371. Love to our Neighbor.

1. FATHER of mercies! send thy grace
All-powerful from above,

To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.

2. Oh! may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,

And weep for others' woe.

3. When the most helpless sons of grief, In low distress, are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pain to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4. So Jesus looked on dying men,

When throned above the skies;
And, mid th' embraces of thy love,
He felt compassion rise.

5. On wings of love the Saviour flew,
To raise us from the ground;
And gave his own most precious blood,
A balm for every wound.

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My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2. Sure there was ne'er a heart so base,
So false as mine has been;
So faithless to its promises,
So prone to every sin!

3. How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel
This warfare in my breast?
In mercy bow this stubborn will,
And give my spirit rest.

4. Break, sovereign grace, O break the charm,

And set the captive free;

Reveal, almighty God, thine arm,
And haste to rescue me.

673.

Various Influences desired.

1. ETERNAL Spirit-God of truth,
Our contrite hearts inspire;
Kindle a flame of heavenly love,
And feed the pure desire.

2. 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind,
With guilt and fear oppressed;
'Tis thine to bid the dying live,

And give the weary rest.

3. Subdue the power of every sin,
Whate'er that sin may be;
That we in singleness of heart,
May worship only thee.

4. Then with our spirits witness bear,
That we're the sons of God;

Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood.

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1. Oн speak that gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart!
No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
And bid my fears depart.

2. And wilt thou still vouchsafe to own A worm so vile as I?

And may I still approach thy throne, And Abba, Father, cry?

3. My Saviour, by his powerful word,
Hath turned my night to day;
And all those heavenly joys restored,
Which I had sinned away.

4. Dear Lord! I wonder and adore;
Thy grace is all divine:
O keep me, that I sin no more
Against such love as thine.

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675.
The Departed.
1. SILENTLY the shades of evening
Gather round my lowly door,
Silently they bring before me
Faces I shall see no more;
O, the lost, the unforgotten,
Though the world be oft forgot;
O, the shrouded and the lonely,
In our hearts they perish not.
2. Living in the silent hours,

Where our spirits only blend,
They, unlinked with earthly trouble,
We still hoping for its end.
How such holy memories cluster,

Like the stars when storms are past, Pointing up to that far heaven

We may hope to gain at last.

676. Christ's Presence in the Evening of Life.

1. TARRY with me, O my Saviour, For the day is passing by;

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See, the shades of evening gather,
And the night is drawing nigh.

2. Many friends were gathered round me
In the bright days of the past,
But the grave has closed above them,
And I linger here at last.

3. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows,
Paler now, the glowing west,
Swift the night of death advances,
Shall it be the night of rest?

4. Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying,
Lord, I cast myself on thee;
Tarry with me through the darkness,
While I sleep, still watch by me.

5. Tarry with me, O my Saviour,

Lay my head upon thy breast,
Till the morning, then awake me-
Morning of eternal rest.

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See also "PARTING SOUL" 248.

Eternity.

1. In this world of sin and sorrow, Compassed round with every care; From eternity we borrow

Hope that banishes despair.

2. Thee, triumphant God and Saviour! In the glass of faith we see, Oh! assist each faint endeavor,

Raise our earth-born souls to thee. 3. Bring that awful scene before us, Of the last tremendous day, When to life thou wilt restore us;

Lingering ages! haste away.

4. Then this vile and sinful nature

Incorruption shall put on;
Life-renewing, glorious Saviour!
Let thy gracious will be done.

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And on living bread to feed us,
In our fond remembrance glow.

4. May the conquering faith that cheered

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When thy foot on Jordan pressed, Guide our spirits while we leave thee In the tomb that Jesus blessed.

679.

The Christian in Death.

1. WHY lament the Christian dying? Why indulge in tears or gloom? Calmly on the Lord relying,

He can greet the opening tomb. 2. What if death, with icy fingers, All the fount of life congeals? 'Tis not there thy brother lingers, 'Tis not death his spirit feels.

3. Though for him thy soul is mourning, Though with grief thy heart is riven, While his flesh to dust is turning,

All his soul is filled with heaven!

4. Scenes seraphic, high and glorious,
Now forbid his longer stay;
See him rise o'er death victorious,
Angels beckon him away.

5. Hark! the golden harps are ringing,
Sounds of rapture fill his ear;
Millions, now in heaven singing,
Greet his joyful entrance there.

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Death's countless snares beset thy way; Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray.

See also the tune, "How CALM." 14.

680. "Take heed, watch and pray; for ye know not when the time is."

1. Go, watch and pray, thou canst not tell
How near thine hour may be;
Thou canst not know how soon the bell
May toll its notes for thee:
Death's countless snares beset thy way;
Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray.

2. Fond youth, while free from blighting care,

Does thy firm pulse beat high?
Do hope's glad visions, bright and fair,
Dilate before thine eye?

Soon these must change-must pass away;

Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray.

3. Thou aged man! life's wintry storm

Hath seared thy vernal bloom; With trembling limbs, and wasting form, Thou 'rt bending o'er the tomb;

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And can vain hope lead thee astray?
Go, weary pilgrim! watch and pray.
Ambition, stop thy panting breath!
Pride, sink thy lifted eye!
Behold the caverns, dark with death,
Before you open lie;

The heavenly warning now obey;
Ye sons of pride, go, watch and pray.
681. Submission in Trials.
1. WHEN I can trust my all with God,
In trial's fearful hour,
Bow, all resigned, beneath his rod,
And bless his sparing power:
A joy springs up amid distress,
A fountain in the wilderness.
2. Oh! to be brought to Jesus' feet,
Though trials fix me there,
Is still a privilege most sweet;

For he will hear my prayer:
Though sighs and tears its language be
The Lord is nigh to answer me.

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