When I turn my eyes within,
All is dark, and vain, and wild;
Fill'd with unbelief and sin,
Can I deem myself a child?
Could my heart so hard remain,
Prayer a task and burden prove,
Every trifle give me pain,
If I knew a Saviour's love?
Teach me, Lord, to love thee more,
If I love at all, I pray:
If I have not loved before,
Help me to begin to day.
HYMN 74. P. M.
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee:
Let the water and the blood,
From thy pierced side that flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt, and power.
Should my zeal no languor know,
Could my tears for ever flow,-
This for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone :
Merits I can never bring ;
Simply to the cross I cling.
While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne,—
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee.
HYMN 75. L. M.
By thy birth, and early years,
By thy grief, and sighs, and tears,
By thy fasting, and distress,
In the lonely wilderness;
By thy vict'ries in the hour
Of the subtle tempter's power,
Jesus, look with pitying eye,
Hear, and spare us when we cry.
By thy passion, cross, and cries,
By thy perfect sacrifice;
By thy power from death to save,
By thy triumph o'er the grave;
Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
Giver of the Holy Ghost,
Look on us with pitying eye,
Hear, and spare us, when we cry.
HYMN 76. L. M.
O LORD, permit me not to be
A stranger to myself and thee:
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,
Forgetful of my highest love.
Call me away from flesh and sense,
Thy grace alone can draw me thence;
I would obey the voice divine,
And all inferior things resign.
Be earth, with all her scenes, withdrawn, Let noise and vanity be gone;
In secret silence of the mind,
My heav'n, because my God, I find.
JESUS, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy refuge fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O, receive my soul at last.
Other refuge have I none :
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O leave me not alone,
Still support, and comfort me.
All my trust is on thee stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
HYMN 78. L. M.
GOD of love, that hearest prayer,
Kindly for thy people care,
Who on thee alone depend:
Love us, keep us to the end.
Save us in the prosp❜rous hour
From the flatt'ring tempter's pow'r;
And the darksome night control,
When affliction bows the soul.
Cut off all dependance vain
On the feeble help of man ;
Every trust in flesh remove,
Stay us on the God of love.
HYMN 79. C. M.
THE evil, that besets our path,
Who can prevent, or cure?
We stand upon the brink of death,
When most we seem secure!
The gourd, from which we look'd for fruit,
Produces only pain :
A worm unseen, attacks the root,
And all our hopes are vain!
If we to-day sweet peace possess,
It soon may be withdrawn ;
Some change may plunge us in distress
Before to-morrow's dawn.
Since sin has filled the earth with woe,
And creatures fade and die,
Lord, wean our hearts from things below,
And fix our hopes on high.
HYMN 80. L. M.
THE Saviour's blood, for sinners spilt,
Shews my sin in all its guilt;
O my soul, he bore thy load;
Thou hast slain the Son of God!
Hark his dying word, "Forgive!
Father, let the sinner live;
Sinner, wipe thy tears away,
I thy ransom freely pay."
Farewell, world, thy gold is dross,
Now I see the bleeding cross:
Jesus died to set me free
From the law, and sin, and thee!
He has dearly bought my soul,
Lord, accept, and claim the whole;
To thy will I all resign
Now no more my own, but thine.
HYMN 81. P. M.
BOUND upon th' accursed tree,
Faint and bleeding, who is he?
By the drooping death-dew'd brow,
Son of Man! 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Sad and dying, who is he?
Crucified, we know thee now,
Son of Man, 'tis thou, 'tis thou!
Bound upon th' accursed tree,
Dread and awful, who is he?
Lord, our suppliant knees we bow,
Son of God, 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou !
HYMN 82. L. M.
How silently time glides away! Steady and strong the current flows! Lost in eternity's wide sea,
The boundless gulph from whence it rose. Yet while the scenes on either coast Present a gaudy flattering show, gaze, in fond amusement lost, Nor think to what a world we go! Great Source of wisdom, teach my
To know the price of every hour: That time may bear me on to joys Beyond its measure, and its power.
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