ROMBERG. 6. M. From the "CHORALIST.” MODERATO, TENDERLY. Cres. 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 Dim. for me! 666. * See also AVON and DUNDEE 78, 168. Repentance at the Cross. 1. AND can my eyes, without a tear, 667. Remembering Christ. 1. ACCORDING to thy gracious word, This will I do, my dying Lord!— 2. Thy body, broken for my sake, 3. Gethsemane can I forget? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! 5. Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me! 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: 3. Bowed down beneath a load of sin, 4. Be thou my shield and hiding-place, And tell him, thou hast died. 5. Oh! wondrous love, to bleed and die, 371. Love to our Neighbor. 1. FATHER of mercies! send thy grace To form, in our obedient souls, 2. Oh! may our sympathizing breasts 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, 4. So Jesus looked on dying men, When throned above the skies; 5. On wings of love the Saviour flew, My passion, pride, and discontent, 2. Sure there was ne'er a heart so base, 3. How long, dear Saviour, shall I feel 4. Break, sovereign grace, O break the charm, And set the captive free; Reveal, almighty God, thine arm, 673. Various Influences desired. 1. ETERNAL Spirit-God of truth, 2. 'Tis thine to soothe the sorrowing mind, And give the weary rest. 3. Subdue the power of every sin, 4. Then with our spirits witness bear, Redeemed from sin, and death, and hell, Through Christ's atoning blood. 1. Oн speak that gracious word again, 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, 4. Dear Lord! I wonder and adore; EMERALD. 8s & 7s. Double.* PLYMOUTH COLL." shall see } no more: Silently the shades of evening Gath-er round my low-ly door; lently they bring before me Faces I 1. Si 675. Where our spirits only blend, 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; See, the shades of evening gather, 2. Many friends were gathered round me 3. Deeper, deeper grow the shadows, 4. Feeble, trembling, fainting, dying, 5. Tarry with me, O my Saviour, Lay my head upon thy breast, [For the fifth stanza, repeat from second strain.1 WEBER. 8s & 7s. Single.* VON WEBER. 1. In this world of sin and sorrow, Compassed round with every care, From eternity we bor-row Hope that ban ish - es des - pair. 677. 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; And on living bread to feed us, 4. May the conquering faith that cheered thee 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, 5. Hark! the golden harps are ringing, Death's countless snares beset thy way; Frail child of dust! go, watch and pray. 680. "Take heed, watch and pray; for ye know not when the time is." 1. Go, watch and pray, thou canst not tell 2. Fond youth, while free from blighting care, Does thy firm pulse beat high? 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; 4. And can vain hope lead thee astray? The heavenly warning now obey; For he will hear my prayer: |