290.

lls and 10s.

To the Mercy-Seat.

1 COME, ye disconsolate! where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel:

Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ;

Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure. 3 Here see the bread of life; see waters flowing Forth from the throne of God, pure from above: Come to the feast of love; come, ever-knowing, Earth has no sorrow, but heaven can remove.

291.

C. M.

The Friend of Sinners.

1 JESUS! thou art the sinner's friend; As such I look to thee;

Now, in the fulness of thy love,

O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,-
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;

While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty-I am vile,
But thy salvation 's free;

Then, in thine all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

5 And, when I close my eyes in death,
When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer-God!
I pray, remember me.

292.

S. M.

Repentance, in View of Christ's Compassion. 1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep?And shall our cheeks be dry?

Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye. 2 The Son of God in tears

The angels wondering see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept-that we might weep ;—
Each sin demands a tear ;-
In heaven alone no sin is found,
There is no weeping there.

293.

C. M.

The Soul casting itself on Christ.

1 APPROACH, my soul! the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:

Thou callest burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord! am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,

By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place, That, sheltered near thy side,

I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him-"Thou hast died."

5 Oh! wondrous love, to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name!

294.

C. M.

In-dwelling Sin lamented.

1 WITH tears of anguish, I lament,
Before thy feet, my God!

My passion, pride, and discontent,
And vile ingratitude.

2 Sure, there was ne'er a heart so base, So false as mine has been;

So faithless to its promises,

So prone to every sin.

3 How long, dear Saviour! shall I feel
These struggles in my breast?

When wilt thou bow my stubborn will,
And give my conscience rest?

4 Break, sovereign grace! Oh! break the charm
And set the captive free:
Reveal, great God! thy mighty arm,
And haste to rescue me.

295.

C. M.

Sin bewailed at the Cross.

1 OH! if my soul was formed for wo,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should, like rivers, flow
From both my streaming eyes.

2 "T was for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,--
And groaned away a dying life,
For thee, my soul!-for thee.

3 Oh how I hate those sins of mine
That shed the Saviour's blood;

That pierced and nailed his sacred flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!

4 Yes, my Redeemer! they shall die;
My heart hath so decreed;
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.

5 While with a melting, broken heart,
My murdered Lord I view,

I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.

296.

C. M.

Mourning at the Sepulchre.

1 YE humble souls that seek the Lord!

Cast all your fears away;

Draw near, and, with delight, behold
The place where Jesus lay.

2 Thus low the Lord of life was brought;-
"T was love that brought him low;

3 Now to thy footstool, Lord! I fly, And low in self-a basement fall; A vile, a helpless worm, am I

And thou, my God! art all in all. 4 Dearer-far dearer to my heart,

Than all the joys that earth can give; From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part, Beneath thy countenance to live.

300.

8s and 7s.

Taking up the Cross.

1 JESUS! I my cross have taken,
All to leave, and follow thee;
Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,
Thou, from hence, my all shalt be;
Perish every fond ambition,-

All I've sought, or hoped, or known!
Yet how rich is my condition,—

God and heaven are still my own!
2 Let the world despise and leave me;
They have left my Saviour, too;
Human hearts and looks deceive me :-
Thou art not, like them, untrue;
Oh! while thou dost smile upon me,
God of wisdom, love and might!
Foes may hate, and friends disown me;-
Show thy face, and all is bright.

3 Perish, earthly fame and treasure!
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!
In thy service, pain is pleasure;
With thy favor, life is gain:
Oh! 't is not in grief to harm me,
While thy love is left to me;

Oh! 't were not in joy to charm me-
Were that joy unmixed with thee.

1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer!

Welcome to this heart of mine;

Lord! I make a full surrender,

Every power and thought be thine;
Thine entirely,-

Through cternal ages thine.

2 Known to all to be thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear; Or in vain attempt possession,

When they find the Lord is near:Shout, O Zion!

302.

Shout, ye saints! the Lord is here.

7s,

Love to the Saints.

1 PEOPLE of the living God!

I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,

Peace and comfort no where found:
Now to you my spirit turns,—
Turns, a fugitive unblest;
Brethren! where your altar burns,
Oh! receive me into rest.

2 Lonely, I no longer roam,

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave;
Where you dwell, shall be my home,
Where you die, shall be my grave:
Mine the God whom you adore,
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,—
Every idol I resign.

303.

C. M.

Subdued by the Cross.

1 IN evil, long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.

2 I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood;

He fixed his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Oh! never, till my latest breath,
Shall I forget that look;

It seemed to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and owned the guilt, It plunged me in despair;