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(S. M.) Rev. xxii. 17. 20. 1 THE Spirit, in our hearts,
Is whisp'ring, singer, come!
To all his children, come! 2 Let him that heareth say
To all about him, come!
To Christ, the fountain, come! 3 Yes, whosoever will,
oʻlet him freely come,
'Tis Jesus bids him come. 4 Lo! Jesus, who invites,
Declares, I quickly come: Lord, even so ! I wait thy hour;
Jesus, my Saviour, come !
HYMN 132. 1 YE humble souls, approach your God
With songs of sacred praise, For he is good, supremely good,
And kind are all his ways. 2 All nature owns his guardian care,
In him we live and niove; But nobler benefits declare
The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son,
To ransom rebel worms; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known
In its diviner forms. 4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come,
'Tis here our hope relies ; A safe defence, a peaceful home,
When storms of trouble rise.
The souls who trust in thee;
With bliss divinely free.
What honours shall we raise ! Not all th' angelic songs above
Can render equal praise.
IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND
HYMN 133. 1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer; There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
With this I venture nigh;
And such, O Lord, am I.
By Satan sorely press'd,
I come to thee for rest.
That shelter'd near thy side, I may my fierce accuser 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.
HYMN 134. 1 PRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexpress'd; The motion of a hidden fire,
That trembles in the breast. 2 Pray'r is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear;
When none but God is near.
That infant lips can try;
The majesty on high.
The Christian's native air,
He enters heav'n with pray’r.
Returning from his ways;
(L M.) í O THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin :
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
And guard me that I fall no more.
Thy help and comfort still afford;
To plead the merits of thy Son.
Is all the sacrifice I bring ;
A broken heart for sacrifice.
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
Sinners shall learn thy sov’reign grace;
And they shall praise a pard’ning God. 8 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song:
(L M.) 1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting fight. 2 Thoug? I have most unfaithful been,
And long in vain thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd; 3 Yet, oh! the mourning sinner spare,
In honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 My weary soul, O God, release ;
Uphold me with thy gracious hand;
(L M) 1 0 THAT my load of sin were gone!
O that I could at last submit, At Jesus' feet to lay it down!
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet! 2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour of all, if mine thou art, Give me thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine 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.
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The labour of thy dying love.
My heart from ev'ry sin release; Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, And fill me with thy perfect peace. HYMN 138.
(C. M.) Penitential Gratitude. 1 RISE, O my soul, the hours review,
When aw'd by guilt and fear,
And found no rescue here
2 Thy tears are dry'd, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell’d each bitter care;
To save thee from despair.
And, from thy mercy's throne, Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will,
And to resist mine own:
Thy mercy to adore;
“ One pardon'd sinner more!"
HYMN 139. 1 ROCK of ages! cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee;
Save from wra:h, and make me pure. 2 Should my tears for ever flow, Should
zeal no languor know,
Simply to thy cross I cling.
When mine eye-lids closc in death,
HYMN 140. 1 FAITH is the Christian's evidence
Of things unseen hy mortal eye; It passes all the bounds of sense,
And penetrates tlie inmost sky. 2 Things absent it can set in view,
And bring far distant prospects home; Events long past it can renew,
And long foresee the things to come. 3 With strong persuasion, from afar The heav'nly region it surveys,