To poor unthinking man ;
Lord at thy footstool I would bow,
Bid conscience plainly tell me now,
What it would tell me then.
10. Ifin destruction's road I stray,
Help me to choose the better way
That leads to joys on high:
Thy grac impart, my guilt forgive,
Nor let me ever dare to live
So as I dare not die.
HYMN 108. CM.
Afflictions, ththey seem severe,
In mercy oft are sent,
They stopp'd the prodigal s career,,
And caus d him to repent.
2. Although he no relentings felt,
Till he had spent his store,
His stubborn heart began to melt,
'When famine pinch'd him sore.
3. "What have I gain'd by sin,' he said, But hunger, shame and fear?
My father's house abounds with 'bread,
While I a
starving here.
4. "ll go and tell him all I've done,
Fall down before his face,
Unworthy to be call d'his Non,
I'll seek a servant s place
5. His father saw him coming back,
He saw, and ran, and smil`d;
Then threw his arms around the neck
Of his rebellious child.
6. "Father, I've sinn'd, but O forgive”—
"Enough," the father said,
Rejoice, my house, my son's alive,
For whom I mouru'd as dead.
7. "Now let the fatted ealf be slain,
Go spread the news around,
My son was dead, but lives again,
Was lost, but now is found.'
8. "Tis thus the Lord his love reveals,
To call poor sinners home,
More than a father's love he feels,
And welcomes all that come.
Friends of Jesus come and dwell
Awhile with Christ your treasure,
Come and let your bosoms swell
With heaven's enrapt'ring pleasure;
Sinners who with fully side,
Leave your scenes of pleasure,
Come and with your Christ abide,
He's an endless treasure.
Sinners come and know awhile
The purest joy of feeling,
Come receive a Saviour's smilę,
And prove his power of healing ;
He can calm the soul to rest,
Soothe the force of anguish,
Every one'is freely blest,
Who for Christ doth languish.
3. Hush'd is every inward fear,
Every sorrow's banished,
Silenced every troubling care,
Every grief is vanished;
Joy supreme within the soul,
Knows no bound to pleasure,
For the heart without control,
Feeds on Christ ber treasure.
4. Drink again, my soul, of love,
Enjov the sweets of feeling,
Dwell on Christ, who reigns above,
And owns the art of healing;
Let the heavenly calm of love
Be thy choicest treasure,
Go, my soul, forevermore,
With Christ in scenes of pleasure.
HYMN 110. P. M.
The gospel's joyful sound
Is music in my ears, In Jesus I Have found
Relief from all my fears,
Darkness to light does now give place, And all things wear a different face. 2. Since God is reconcil'd,
I fear no dire alarms; He owns me for his chi d,
And clasps me in his arms. Transported with seraphic joy, I Father, Abba Father, cry.
3. I cannot fear the law,
Its thunders now may roar,
Since I my Saviour saw,
They can affright no more.
On wings of love I mount, I fly
And Father, Abba Father, cry.
4. Death too has lost his sting,
And wears a smiling face;
I hope to shout and sing,
E'en in his cold embrace;
He'll close my eyes, and shut my ears,
But cannot rou e my guilty fears.
5. When through the flaming sky I see the Judge descend,
I'll Abba Father cry,
And hail him as my friend. While standing in the gospel light, There's nothing can my soul affright. 6. Now let my flowing eyes Run down with grateful tears, Since free adopting grace
Has banish'd all my fears;
And still my sinful self deny,
When I express the heav'n born cry.
7. No more let me return
Beneath the galling yoke,
Or e'er embrace those chams,
Which grace divine has broke.
Let Abba Father be my cry,
In time and in eternity.
Afflictions, though they seem
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