I long for that blessed and glorious time,
The fairest, the brightest, and best,
When the dear little children of every clime
Shall crowd to His arms and be blest. Tuke.

LENT.

"Godly sorrow worketh repentance unto salvation."— 2 COR. vii. 10.

99

1

7.7.7.

LORD, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere it pass for aye away,

On our knees we fall and pray.

2 Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.

3 Lord, on us Thy spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.

4 By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
5 By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,

Let us not Thy love forego.

6 Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace,
Ere we shall behold Thy face.

100

10

C.M. D.

Williams.

LORD, turn not Thy face away from them that lowly lie,

Lamenting sore their sinful life with tears and bitter cry;

Thy mercy's gates are open wide to them that mourn their sin;

O shut them not against us, Lord! but let us enter in.

2 We need not to confess our fault, for surely thou canst tell;

What we have done, and what we are, thou knowest very well :

Wherefore to beg and to entreat with tears we come to thee,

As children that have done amiss fall at their father's knee.

3 And need we, then, O Lord, repeat the blessing which we crave,

When thou dost know before we speak the thing that we would have?

Mercy, O Lord! mercy we seek :-this is the total sum:

For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer ;-0 let Thy mercy come!

Sternhold.

1 HOW pity, Lord! O Lord! forgive;
Let a repenting sinner live;

Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?

2 My sins, though great, do not surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace;
Great God! Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.
3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against Thy law, against Thy grace :
Lord! should Thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but Thou art clear.

4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord!
Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

5 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean.
Jesus! my God! Thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone.

102

1

MOURNER, whereso'er thou art,

At the cross there's room,
Tell the burden of thy heart;

At the cross there's room!
Tell it in thy Saviour's ear,
Cast away thine ev'ry fear,
Only speak, and He will hear,
At the cross there's room!

Watts.

2 Haste thee, wand'rer, tarry not,
At the cross there's room!
Seek that consecrated spot;
At the cross there's room!
Heavy laden, sore oppress'd,
Love can soothe thy troubled breast;
In the Saviour find thy rest;

At the cross there's room!

3 Thoughtless sinner, come to-day;
At the cross there's room!
Hark! the Bride and Spirit say,
At the cross there's room!
Now a living fountain see,
Opened there for you and me,
Rich and poor, for bond and free ;

At the cross there's room!

4 Blessed thought! for every one
At the cross there's room!
Love's atoning work is done;
At the cross there's room!
Streams of boundless mercy flow,
Free to all who thither go;
Oh that all the world might know,
At the cross there's room!

103

1

THO

7.7.7.7.

ПHOU who didst on Calvary bleed!
Thou who dost for sinners plead,

Help me in my time of need,
Jesus! Saviour! hear my cry.

2 In my darkness and my grief,
With my heart of unbelief,
I, who am of sinners chief,
Jesus! lift to Thee mine eye.

3 Foes without and fears within,
With no plea Thy grace to win,
But that Thou canst save from sin,
Jesus! to Thy cross I fly.

4 There, on Thee I cast my care,
There to Thee I raise my prayer,
Jesus! save me from despair,
Save me save me! or I die.

5 When the storms of trial lower,
When I feel temptation's power,
In the last and darkest hour,
Jesus! Saviour! be Thou nigh.

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1

THOU

8.8.6. D.

Crosby.

Burns

ПHOU God of glorious majesty,
To Thee, against myself, to Thee,
A worm of earth, I cry;

A half-awakened child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner, born to die.

2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
"Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Secure, insensible;

A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to that heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.

3 O God! my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;

Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And tremble on the brink of fate,
And wake to righteousness.

4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord! shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?

5 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
Eternal bliss to ensure ;
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.

6. Then, Saviour! then, my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full, supreme delight,
And everlasting love.

Wesley.