Use the rod, and not the sword;

Correct with kind severity ;
Bring me not to nothing, Lord,

But bring me home to thee.
2 True and faithful as thou art

To all thy church and me,
Give a new, believing heart,

That knows, and cleaves to, thee.
Freely our backslidings heal ;

And, by thy balmy blood restored,
Grant that every soul may feel,

“Thou art my pard’ning Lord.”
3 Might we now, with

pure desire,
Thine only love request :
Now, with willing heart entire,

Return to Christ our rest!
When we our whole heart resign,

0 Jesus, to be fill'd with thee,
Thou art ours, and we are thine,

Through all eternity! 101 Clarke—p. 149.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s. O

Let it once more be proved in me,
That I thy mercy's praise may spread,

For every child of Adam free;
0, let me now the gift embrace !
0, let me now be saved by grace!
2 If all long-suff’ring thou hast shown

On me, that others may believe,
Now make thy loving-kindness known,

Now the all-conq'ring Spirit give;
Spirit of victory and power,
That I may never grieve thee more.
3 Grant my importunate request :

It is not my desire, but thine :

Since thou wouldst have the sinner blest,

Now let me in thine image shine ;
Nor ever from thy footsteps move,
But more than conquer through thy love.
4 Be it according to thy will ;

Set my imprison'd spirit free ;
The counsel of thy grace fulfil ;

Into thy glorious liberty
My spirit, soul, and flesh restore,

And I shall never grieve thee more. 102 Zion—p. 155.] 1st P. M. 6 lines 8s.

TES, from this instant, now, I will


My base ingratitude I feel,

Vilest of all thy children, I;
Not worthy to be call'd thy son ;
Yet will I thee my Father own.
2 Guide of my life hast thou not been,

And rescued me from passion's power ?
Ten thousand times preserved from sin ;

Nor let the greedy grave devour ?
And wilt thou now thy wrath retain,
Nor ever love thy child again?
3 Ah! canst thou find it in thy heart

To give me up, so long pursued ?
Ah! canst thou finally depart,

And leave thy creature in his blood ?
Leave me,-out of thy presence cast,
To perish in my sins at last ?
4 If thou hast call’d me to return,

If weeping at thy feet I fall,
The prodigal thou wilt not spurn,

But pity, and forgive me all,
In answer to my Friend above,
In honour of his bleeding love.


103 Kingsbridge-p. 117.] L. M.

HEPHERD of souls, with pitying eye

To thee in their behalf we cry,

Ourselves but newly found in thee. 2 See where o'er desert wastes they err,

And neither food nor feeder have ; Nor fold nor place of refuge near ;

For no man cares their souls to save. 3 Wild as the untaught Indian's brood, The Christian savages

remain ; Strangers, yea, enemies to God,

They make thee spill thy blood in vain. 4 Thy people, Lord, are sold for naught;

Nor know they their Redeemer nigh: They perish, whom thyself hast bought ;

Their souls for lack of knowledge die. 5 The pit its mouth hath open'd wide,

To swallow up its careless prey : Why should they die, when thou hast died;

Hast died to bear their sins away ? 6 Why should the foe thy purchase seize ?

Remember, Lord, thy dying groans : The meed of all thy suff'rings these ;

O claim them for thy ransom'd ones! 7 Extend to these thy pard’ning grace :

To these be thy salvation show'd : O add them to thy chosen race:

O sprinkle all their hearts with blood !


8 Still let the publicans draw near :

Open the door of faith and heaven ; And grant their hearts thy word to hear,

And witness all their sins forgiven. 104 Hebron-p. 111.] L. M. ESUS, my Advocate above,

My Friend before the throne of love, If now for me prevails thy prayer, If now I find thee pleading there, If thou the secret wish convey, And sweetly prompt my heart to pray, Hear, and my weak petitions join, Almighty Advocate, to thine. 2 Fain would I know my utmost ill, And groan my nature's weight to feel : To feel the clouds that round me roll, The night that hangs upon my soul : The darkness of my carnal mind, My will perverse, my passions blind, Scatter'd o'er all the earth abroad, Immeasurably far from God. 3 Jesus, my heart's desire obtain ; My earnest suit present, and gain : My fulness of corruption show, The knowledge of myself bestow; A deeper displacence at sin ; A sharper sense of guilt within ; A stronger struggling to get free; A keener appetite for thee. 4 O sov'reign Love, to thee I cry! Give me thyself, or else I die ! Save me from death ; from hell set free! Death, hell, are but the want of thee. Quicken'd by thy imparted flame, Saved, when possess'd of thee, I am :

My life, my only heaven thou art; O might I feel thee in my heart ! 105 Pelham-p. 128.] S. M.

PIRIT of faith, come down,

And make to us the Godhead known,

And witness with the blood : 'Tis thine the blood t' apply,

And give us eyes to see ; Who did for every sinner die,

Hath surely died for me. 2 No man can truly say

That Jesus is the Lord ; Unless thou take the veil away,

And breathe the living word : Then, only then we feel

Our int’rest in his blood; And cry, with joy unspeakable,

Thou art my Lord, my God!” 3 O that the world might know

The all-atoning Lamb!
Spirit of faith, descend and sho

The virtue of his name :
The grace which all may find,

The saving power, impart; And testify to all mankind,

And speak in every heart. 4 Inspire the living faith,

Which whosoe'er receives, The witness in himself he hath,

And consciously believes : The faith that conquers all,

And doth the mountain move ; And saves whoe'er on Jesus call,

And perfects them in love.

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