1. JESUS, Thou Man of sorrows, born To toil through poverty and scorn, Hast lived to yield our wants relief, 3. If, gaily clothed, and proudly fed, 4. If, press'd by penury severe, May conscience whisper in our ear, 5. From all the viewless snares of sin, As Thou, like us, hast tempted been, BISHOP HEBER. 1. THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, 2. The dying thief rejoic'd to see Oh, may I there, though vile as he, 3. Blest dying Lamb! Thy precious blood Till all the ransom'd church of God 4. E'er since by faith I saw the stream Redeeming love has been my theme, 5. But when this lisping, falt'ring tongue COWPER. 1. FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word 2. Here may the wretched sons of want Riches above what earth can grant, 3. Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 4. Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, Teach us to love Thy sacred Word, MRS. STEELE. 1. LORD of the harvest! God of grace! In vain we plant without Thine aid, 2. May no vain thoughts, those birds of prey, Nor anxious cares, those baneful thorns, 3. Ne'er may our hearts be like the rock, Which scorch'd with heat becomes, by noon, 4. Let not the joys Thy Gospel gives A transient rapture prove; Nor may the world by smiles and frowns Our faith and hope remove. 5. But may our hearts, like fertile soil, So shall our fair and ripened fruits 1. GOD moves in a mysterious way He plants His footsteps in the sea, 2. Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up His bright designs, 3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; 4. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5. His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6. Blind unbelief is sure to err, 1. OH, for a thousand tongues to sing 2. He breaks the power of death and sin, His blood, which makes the sinner clean, 3. He speaks, and at His pow'rful voice 4. Lord of our life! all gracious God! COWPER. OLIVER. |