페이지 이미지
PDF
ePub

Once I admired its trifles too ;
But

grace has set me free.
2 Its pleasures now no longer please,

No more content afford ;
Far from my heart be joys like these,

Now I have known the Lord ! 3 As, by the light of opening day,

The stars are all conceald,
So earthly pleasures fade away,

When Jesus is reveal'd. 4 Creatures no more divide

my choice;
I bid them all depart:
His

name, and love, and pardoning voice,

Have fix'd my wandering heart.
5 Now, Lord! I would be thine alone,

And wholly live to Thee:-
But may I hope that Thou wilt own

A worthless worm like me?
6 Yes, though of sinners I'm the worst,

I cannot doubt thy will;
For if Thou hadst not loved me first,

I had refused Thee still.

HYMN 136.

(C. M. ATTERCLIFFE.) The Christian's life hid with Christ in God. Col. iii. 3. 1 To tell the Saviour all my wants,

How pleasing is the task ! Nor less to praise Him, when He grants

Beyond what I can ask.

2 My labouring spirit vainly seeks

To tell but half the joy ;
With how much tenderness He speaks,

And helps me to reply.
3 Nor were it wise, nor should I choose,

Such secrets to declare ;
Like precious wines, their taste they lose,

Exposed to open air.
4 But this with boldness I proclaim,

Nor care if thousands hear;
Sweet is the memory of his name;

Not life itself so dear.
5 And can you frown, my former friends,

Who knew what once I was,
And blame the song that thus commends

The Man who bore the cross ?
6 Trust me, I drew the likeness true,

And not as fancy paints ;
Such honour may He give to you ;-

For such have all his saints.

HYMN 137.

(C. M. ST. ANN's.) Jehovah our Righteousness. Isa. xxiii. 6. 1 GREAT God! how perfect are thy ways !

But mine polluted are ;
Sin twines itself about my praise,

And slides into my prayer. 2 When I would speak what Thou hast done,

To save me from my sin,
I cannot make thy mercies known,

But self-applause creeps in.

3 Divine desire that holy flame,

Thy grace creates in me;
Alas ! impatience is its name,

When it returns to Thee, 4 This heart, a fountain of vile thoughts,

How does it overflow!
While self upon the surface floats,

Still bubbling from below. 5 Let others in the gaudy dress

Of fancied merit shine;
The Lord shall be my righteousness,

The Lord for ever mine.

HYMN 138.

(c. M. HARLEY.)

The contrite heart. Isa. lvii. 15. 1 The Lord will happiness divine

On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God! in mine

A contrite heart, or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,

Insensible as steel ;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain

To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclined

To love Thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,

Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few;

I fain would strive for more;

But when I cry, “my strength renew,"

Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,

And love thy house of prayer ;
I therefore go where others go;

But find no comfort there.
6 Oh! make this heart rejoice or ach;

Decide this doubt for me;
And if it be not broken, break;

And heal it, if it be.

HYMN 139.
(c. M. PLEYEL..)

For communion with God.
1 O FOR a closer walk with God,

A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road

That leads me to the Lamb! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew,

When first I saw the Lord ! Where is the soul refreshing view

Of Jesus, and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I then enjoy'd !

How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void

The world can never fill.
4. Return, O holy Dove! return,
Sweet Messenger of rest

! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn,

And drove Thee from my breast.

5 The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,

And worship only Thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene

my

frame;
So purer light shall mark the road

That leads me to the Lamb.

HYMN 140.
(L. M. BATH AURICULA.)

The all sufficiency of the grace of Christ.
I OPPRESS'D with unbelief and sin,

Fightings without, and fears within,
While earth and hell, with force combin'd,

Assault and terrify my mind; 2 What strength have I against such foes,

Such hosts and legions to oppose ?
Alas ! I tremble, faint, and fall;
Lord ! save me, or I give up

all. 4 Thus sorely press’d, I sought the Lord,

To give me some supporting word;
Again I sought, and yet again;

I waited long, but not in vain.
4 Oh! 'twas a gracious word indeed,

Exactly suited to my need;
66 Sufficient for thee is my grace;

“ Thy weakness my great power displays."* 5 Now I despond and mourn no more; I welcome all I fear'd before ;

2 Cor. xii, .9.

« 이전계속 »