6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love,
To fly and take the prize.
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OD is in this and every place;
To me ;-'tis one great wilderness,
This earth without my God.
2 Empty of Him who all things fills,
Till he his light impart,
Till he his glorious self reveals,
The veil is on my heart.
3 O thou who seest and know'st my grief,
Thyself unseen, unknown,
Pity my helpless unbelief,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Regard me with a gracious eye,
The long-sought blessing give;
And bid me, at the point to die,
Behold thy face and live.
5 A darker soul did never yet
Thy promised help implore:
O that I now my Lord might meet,
And never lose him more !
6 Now, Jesus, now the Father's love
Shed in my heart abroad;
The middle wall of sin remove,
And let me into God.
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HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,
Till thou thyself declare,
God inaccessible, unknown,
Regard a sinner's prayer!
A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurged and unforgiven;
Far distant from the living God,
As far as hell from heaven.
2 An unregenerate child of man,
To thee for faith I call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raise me from my fall.
The darkness, which through thee I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Thy own eternal power reveal,
Thy everlasting love.
3 Thou hast in unbelief shut up,
That grace may let me go;
In hope believing against hope,
I wait the truth to know.
Thou wilt in me reveal thy Name,
Thou wilt thy light afford;
Bound and oppress'd, yet thine I am,
The pris'ner of the Lord.
4 I would not to thy foe submit ;
I hate the tyrant's chain;
Send forth the pris'ner from the pit,
Nor let me cry in vain.
Show me the blood that bought my peace,
The cov'nant blood apply,
And all my griefs at once shall cease,
And all my sins shall die.
5 Now, Lord, if thou art power, descend; The mountain sin remove;
My unbelief and troubles end,
If thou art truth and love.
Speak, Jesus, speak into my heart
What thou for me hast done;
A ray of living faith impart,
And God is all my own!
HOU Man of griefs, remember me,
Who never canst thyself forget,
Thy last mysterious agony,
Thy fainting pangs and bloody sweat: 2 When, wrestling in the strength of prayer, Thy spirit sunk beneath its load; Thy feeble flesh abhorr'd to bear The wrath of an almighty God. 3 Father, if I may call thee so, Regard my fearful heart's desire; Remove this load of guilty wo,
Nor let me in my sins expire! 4 I tremble lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll.
5 To thee my last distress I bring;
The heighten'd fear of death I find :
The tyrant, brandishing his sting,
Appears, and hell is close behind.
6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee;
O save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me.
LORD Jesus, when, when shall it be,
That I no more shall break with thee?
When will this war of passions cease,
And my free soul enjoy thy peace?
2 Here I repent, and sin again;
Now I revive, and now am slain;
Slain with the same unhappy dart,
Which O, too often wounds my heart!
3 O Saviour, when, when shall I be
A garden seal'd to all but thee?
No more exposed, no more undone ;
But live and grow to thee alone?
4 Guide thou, O Lord, guide thou my course,
And draw me on with thy sweet force;
Still make me walk, still make me tend,
By thee, my way, to thee, my end!
GOD, to whom, in flesh reveal'd,
The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be relieved and heal'd,
And found salvation in thy name :
2 With publicans and harlots, I,
In these thy Spirit's gospel days,
To thee, the sinner's Friend, draw nigh,
And humbly sue for saving grace.
3 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor;
Weary, I come to thee for rest,
And, sick of sin, implore a cure.
4 My sin's incurable disease,
Thou, Jesus, thou alone canst heal;
Inspire me with thy power and peace,
And pardon on my conscience seal.
5 A touch, a word, a look from thee,
Can turn my heart, and make it clean;
Purge the foul, inbred leprosy,
And save me from my bosom sin.
6 Lord, if thou wilt, I do believe
Thou canst the saving grace impart ;
Thou canst this instant now forgive,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
7 My heart, which now to thee I raise,
I know thou canst this moment cleanse;
The deepest stains of sin efface,
And drive the evil spirit hence.
8 Be it according to thy word;
Accomplish now thy work in me;
And let my soul, to health restored,
Devote its little all to thee!
ESUS, thy far-extended fame
My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all-restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear.
2 Sinners of old thou didst receive
With comfortable words, and kind;
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve,
Heal the diseased, and cure the blind.
3 And art thou not the Saviour still,
In every place and age the same
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill,
Or lost the virtue of thy name?
4 Faith in thy changeless name I have,
The good, the kind Physician, thou
Art able now our souls to save,
Art willing to restore them now.
5 Though eighteen hundred years are past Since thou didst in the flesh appear, Thy tender mercies ever last,
And still thy healing power is here.
6 Wouldst thou the body's health restore,
And not regard the sin-sick soul?
The sin-sick soul thou lov'st much more,
And surely thou wilt make it whole.
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