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5 As surely as he overcame,
And triumph'd once for you
223.7's. Allered. Gratitude for Converting Grace.
all , Saviour, art thou pacified ? How shall I thy love make known?
How abase my sin and pride ? 2 Let me sink beneath the dust,
Full of holy shame adore !
Bids me go and sin no more. 3 O confirm the gracious word,
Jesus, Son of God and man,
Never turn to sin again.
Cleanse me, Lord, from every stain;
Make and keep me pure within.
Bring me to thy blest abode;
224. C. M. Relief Hymns. The Lord's Call to his Children. ET us adore the grace that seeks
! Attend, 'tis God the Saviour speaks,
And every word is love. 2 “Come forth,” he says, “no more pursue
The path that leads to death;
Look, and be sav'd by faith.”
3 Lord, speak these words to every heart,
By thy almighty voice;
225. C. M. Relief Hymns.
, Resign to ine the willing heart,
And I will give you rest.
The meek and lowly mind;
Repose and peace shall find.
The burden I impose
Beneath a load of woes.,
226, P. M. Altered.
Overturn all that hinders
And wrap my whole soul
There grace and salvation
For Jesus is ready,
227. C. M. At the Opening of Public Worship.
T'he power to preach thy word! Soften to flesh the stony heart,
And show thyself the Lord. 2 Disclose the suffering Son of God
Nail'd to the cross of woe, Bleeding beneath sin's heavy load,
And make our sorrows flow.
Wide as thy suffering pain;
With love our hearts inflame. 4 Work in us both to will and do,
And all our feelings sway;
Lest we be cast away.
And all its trifling toys;
That guilt and shame destroys.
228. S. M. Wesley's Coll.
A God to glorify,
And fitted for the sky. 2 To serve the present age,
My calling to fulfil ;
To do my Master's will.
3 Arm me with jealous care,
As in thy sight to live;
229. C. M. Wesley's Coll.
The great effectual door. 2 Gather the outcasts in, and save From sin and Satan's
power; And let them now acceptance have,
And know their gracious hour. 3 Lover of souls ! thou knowest to prize
What thou hast bonght so dear; Come, then, and in thy people's eyes
With all thy wounds appear: 4 Appear, as when of old confest
The suffering Son of God; And let them see thee in thy vest
But newly dipt in blood. 5 The hardness from our hearts remove,
Thou, who for sinners died; Show them the tokens of thy love,
Thy hands, thy feet, thy side. 6 Ready thou art the blood t’apply,
And prove the record true; And all thy wounds to sinners cry, “I suffer'd this for you.”
230. L. M. Newton. Behold the Lamb of God!
Wounded, and dead, and bath'd in blood Behold his side, and venture near, The spring of endless life is there.
2 Here I forget my cares and pains ;
I drink, yet still my thirst remains ;
It turns their hell to heaven.
And bruises Satan's head;
And life into the dead. 3 O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace!
All willing souls embrace.
His saving trutle proclaim; "Tis all my business here below,
To cry, behold the Lamb! 5 Happy, if with my latest breath
may but gasp his name; Preach him in life, and then in death Resign my soul to Him. 232. C. M. Wesley's Coll.,
Who did my soul redeem ;.
A life conceal'd in him!
My heart's.extreme desire;
And in his arms expire !