Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, HYMN XXXV. THAT my load of sin were gone! 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. 4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God; Thy light and easy burden prove, The cross, all stain'd with hallow'd blood, 5 I would; but thou must give the power; The Necessity of renewing Grace. HOW helpless guilty nature lies, Unconscious of its load! The heart unchanged can never rise 2 The will perverse, the passions blind, Reason debased can never find 3 Can aught beneath a power divine 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, 5 To chase the shades of death away, A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 'Tis thine alone to give. 6 O change these wretched hearts of ours, And give them life divine! Then shall our passions and our powers, Almighty Lord, be thine. HYMN XXXIX. COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; 5 This awful God is ours, Our Father and our love; He shall send down his heavenly powers 6 There shall we see his face, And never, never sin; There, from the rivers of his grace 7 Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss 8 The men of grace have found Celestial fruits on earthly ground, 9 The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. 10 Then let our songs abound, And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground, To fairer worlds on high. HYMN XL. Time and Eternity. 2 Cor. iv. 18. H% Regardless of immortal joys, And strangers to the skies! 2 These transient scenes will soon decay, And quickly will their brightest day 3 Their brightest day, alas! how vain! While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, 4 O could our thoughts and wishes fly To those bright worlds beyond the sky, In ever blooming prospects rise, 6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, 7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring HYMN XLI. The Christian's Confidence. WHEN I can read my title clear, To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, 2 Should earth against my soul engage, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, So I but safely reach my home, 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast. HYMN XLII. INVITING. Life the Day of Grace and Hope. Eccl. ix. 4-6. 10. And while the lamp holds out to burn, 2 Life is the hour that God hath given Their mem'ry and their sense is gone, |