WITH glorious clouds encompass'd Whom angels dimly see, (round, Will the Unsearchable be found, Will God appear to me?

2 Will he forsake his throne above, Himself to worms impart?

2 'Tis mystery all; my Maker dies;
Who can explore his vast design?
In vain the highest seraph tries
To sound the depths of love divine;
When this became my only plea,
He freely pardon'd sinful me.

3 He left his Father's throne above,
So free, so infinite his grace;
Impell'd by everlasting love,
He bled for Adam's helpless race;
'Tis mercy all, immense and free,
I know that Jesus saved me.
4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay
Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
His eyes diffused a quickening ray,
I 'woke, the dungeon flamed with
light;

My chains fell off immediately,

And speak it to my heart.

3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design; (man,
What meant the suffering Son of
The streaming blood divine?

4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,
That I might now perceive thee near
And my Redeemer know?

5 Come then, and to my soul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
The wounds which all my sorrows
That dear disfigured face. (heal,
6 Before my eyes of faith, confess'd
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb;
Array me in salvation's vest,
Declare to me thy name.

7 Jehovah in thy person show,
A Saviour crucified;

And then the pardoning God I know
And feel his blood applied.

8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly see;
And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity.

IN evil long I took delight,
Unaw'd by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd his languid eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look: (death,
It seemed to charge me with his
Tho' not a word he spoke.

4 My conscience felt and own'd the And plunged me in despair; (guilt I saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there,

5 Alas, I knew not what I did; But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul he For I the Lord have slain. (hid?

6 A second look he gave which said, I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid, 1 die that thou mayest live.

NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience
Or wash away the stain. (peace,

2 Christ, the true paschal Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay the hand
On that dear head of thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 Lord, I look back to see,

The burdens thou didst bear,

When hanging on the shameful tree, And know my guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice,

Our curse he did remove;

(voice,

Till Jesus made me whole;

There is but one physician
Can cure a sin-sick soul;
Near unto death he found me,

And snatch'd me from the grave; To tell to all around me,

His wondrous power to save.

2 A dying, risen Jesus,

Seen by the eye of faith, At once from danger frees us, And saves the soul from death: Come then to this physician,

His help he'll freely give, He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only-look and live.

MY Lord, how great the favour,
That I, a sinner poor,
Can, thro' thy blood's sweet savour,
Approach thy mercy door,
And find an open passage

Unto the throne of grace;
Then wait the welcome message
That bids me go in peace.

2 In my forlorn condition,
Who else could give me aid?
Where could 1 meet compassion,
But in the church's Head?
In mercy O receive me,

Thou God, who hearest prayer!
From every evil save me,
Dispel each needless fear.

3 I'll never cease repeating
My numberless complaints,
But ever be intreating

Thee, glorious King of saints,
To form me in thine image,
And fill my soul with love,
Till I to thee my homage
Pay with the saints above.

THE one thing needful, that good

part Which Mary chose with all her heart I would pursue with heart and mind, And seek unwearied, till I find.

2 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies, That goodly pearl of so great price; No other way but Christ there is To endless happiness and bliss. 3 But oh! I'm blind and ignorant, Thy holy Spirit, Lord, I want, To guide me in the narrow road That leads to happiness and God. 4 My mind enlighten with thy light, That I may understand aright

4 In thy most precious blood,
Which from thy open'd veins,
To heal my soul in plenty flow'd,
I pray wash out my stains:
It is thy daily care

Thy helpless sheep to feed;
To purify their spotted souls,
And gently them to lead.
5 Redeemer of my soul,

Whene'er thereon I think,
How thy compassion, love, & grace,
From sin and hell's dark brink
Ilave saved and rescued me;
And how thy cleansing blood,
Applied unto my heart by faith,
Hath brought me nigh to God:-
6 I in the dust adore,

Amazed at grace so free, Bestow'd on such a wretched worm, And ask, How can it be,

That sinners base and vile
Should be so greatly loved,
Who cost thee so much pain & grief,
And so ungrateful proved?

7 Me thy all-seeing eye

Hath kept with watchful care;

DIDST thou, Lord Jesus, me incline, When I was lost and dead in sin,

To hear thy quickening voice? Have I obtained in thy blood [God, Redemption, and found peace with And do I in thy name rejoice?

2 O yes, I feel I am forgiven,
A foretaste I enjoy of heaven,
Thy Spirit witness bears;
By faith thy righteousness is mine,
I'm well assured that I am thine,

My soul no condemnation fears.
3 Yet 'fore thee, Jesus, I must own,
I have not this salvation known
By tracing legal ways; [sin,
Lo, 'twas thy power raised me from
Thou didst the saving work begin;
Thine be the glory, thine the
praise.

4 May I be faithful to thy call, Surrender unto thee my all,

Myself to thee resign; When dangers threaten me around, Invincible may I be found,

And never from thy will decline. 5 Me with thy gladd'ning oil anoint; The destin'd path thou dost appoint Gladly I then shall tread;

O GOD, whose love (immense in height,

In depth unfathom'd) no man knows;
Grant unto me thy saving light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose:
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it find rest in thee.
2 Thy gracious call invites me still,
How light thy burden is, to prove;
Yet I'm unsteady; tho' my will
Be fix'd, yet wide my passions rove;
Great hindrances obstruct the way,
I aim at thee, yet from thee stray.

3 Mere mercy 'tis, that thou hast brought

My soul to seek its peace in thee;
Yet while I seek, but find thee not,
At rest my wand'ring mind can't be;
Oh! when shall all my wand'rings
And all my wishes to thee tend!
end,

4 Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with thee my heart to

share?

TAKE, Lord, all self from me, that [
No more, but Christ in me may live;
My vile affections crucify,
Let not one darling lust survive:
O may my heart to thee aspire,
And nought on earth but thee desire.
2 Dear Lord, thy sovereign aid im.
part,
[care;
To save me from low-thoughted
O banish self-will from my heart,
From all its latent mazes there:
And grant that I may never move
From the blest footsteps of thy love.

3 Each moment draw from earth
away
[call;
My heart, that humbly waits thy