But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue The dumb shall sing thy praise.
7 Lame at the pool I still am found: Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy.
8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee; And dark I am within ; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin.
9 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find thee near! Jesus, in mercy hear my cry, Thou Son of David, hear!
10 Long have I waited in the way, For thee the heavenly light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy sight."
Hymn 19. P. M.
JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past, Safe into the baven guide, O receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me! All my trust on thee is stay'd All my help from thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want; More than all in thee I find, Raise the fall'n, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind: Just and holy is thy name;
I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin? Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within; Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee: Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!
Hymn 20. P. M.
LOVE divine how sweet thou art? When shall I find my willing heart, All taken up by thee?
I thirst, I faint, I die to prove
The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me!
2 Stronger his love than death or hell Its riches are unsearchable; The first-born sons of lights
Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery,
The length, the breadth, and height. 3 God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine! Be mine this better part!
4 O that I could for ever sit, With Mary at the Master's feet! Be this my happy choice; My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heaven on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom's voice! 5 O that I could with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upou
The dear Redeemer's breast: From care, and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest!
Hymn 21. S. M.
AH! whither shall I gond faint?
To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come,
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home; And yet from him I stay.
What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part? Which will not let my Saviour take
Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown
Must surely lurk within;
Some idol which I will not own, Some secret, bosom sin.
Jesus, the hindrance show, Which I have feared to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee! Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away!
I now believe, in thee Compassion reigns alone:
According to my faith, to me
O let it, Lord, be done! In me is all the bar,
Which thou wouldst fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare That God is only love.
Hymn 22. P. M.
NATHER of Jesus Christ, the just, My Friend and Advocate with thee;
Pity a soul that fain would trust
In him who liv'd and died for me: But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son.
2 If drawn by thine alluring grace, My want of living faith I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face, What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal ; Thy coeternal Son display,
And turn my darkness into day. 3 The gift unspeakable impart;
Command the light of faith to shine; To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine; Now bid the new creation be! O God, let there be faith in me!
Hymn 23. P. M.
JESUS, my hope, for me offer'd up, Who with clamour pursued thee to Cal-
The blood thou hast shed, for me let it plead, And declare thou hast died in thy murderer's
2 Now, now let me know its virtue below! Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow, Let it hallow my heart, and throughly couvert! And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art. 3 Each moment applied, my weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide: My Advocate prove with the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love.
Hymn 24. P. M.
NOME, holy celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast; My burden of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest.
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