Hymn. Peace after a Storm. 1 WHEN darkness long has veil'd my mind, 2 Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart, Or harbour one hard thought of Thee! 3 Oh! let me then at length be taught 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat! 5 But, O my LORD, one look from Thee 6 Thou art as ready to forgive, Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; Hymn. Mourner's Harp tuned. 1 MY harp untun'd, and laid aside, 66 Come, sing us one of Zion's songs." 2 Alas! when sinners, blindly bold, 3 Time was, whene'er the saints I met, With joy and praise my bosom glow'd; But now, like Eli, sad I sit, And tremble for the ark of GOD. 4 While thus to grief my soul gave way, 5 Though for a time I hide My face, 6 Take down thy long-neglected harp, I've seen thy tears, and heard thy pray'rs; The winter season has been sharp, But spring shall all it's wastes repair." Hymn. Backslider's Return. 1 WEARY of wandering from my GOD, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod: For Thee, not without hope, I mourn: I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of Love. 2 O JESUS, full of truth and grace, 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, And make my heart a house of prayer. 4 The stone to flesh again convert; 5 Ah, give me, LORD, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of sin; A godly fear of sin impart; Implant and root it deep within; That I may dread Thy gracious pow'r, And never dare t' offend Thee more. Hymn. Praying for Comfort. 1 O DISCLOSE Thy lovely face! Till Thy mercy's beams I see; 3 Visit, then, this soul of mine, Pierce the gloom of sin and grief! Scatter all my unbelief! More and more Thyself display, Hynin. Praying for quickening Grace. 1 COME, HOLY SPIRIT, heavenly Dove! With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of our's. 2 Look, how we grovel here below, 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, Hosannas languish on our tongues, 4 Dear LORD! and shall we ever live 5 Come, HOLY SPIRIT, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quick'ning pow'rs, Come, shed abroad a SAVIOUR'S love, And that shall kindle our's. Hymn. Backslider's Return. iO THOU, whose tender mercy hears Contrition's humble cry; Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears 2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, 3 And shall my guilty fears prevail |