Liturgy and Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren, Or Unitas Fratum

WHAT joy or honour could we have,
Polluted as we are,

If not the holy Lamb of God

Our joy and honour were.

2 Of nothing we have ever done
To boast could we desire,
When he to judge us shall appear,

Whose eyes are flames of fire.

3 None is so holy, pure, and just,
So perfected in love,
That his best plea, or self-defence,
Of any weight could prove.
4 Nor is there any other way
Into the holy place,

But Christ who took away our sins,
His blood and righteousness.

5 We know the righteousness com

plete,

Which he procur'd for all;
We know the kind reception giv'n
To the poor prodigal.

WITH glorious clouds encompass'd
round,
Will the Unsearchable be found,
Whom angels dimly see,

Will God appear to me?

2 Will he forsake his throne above,
Himself to worms impart ?
Answer, thou Man of grief and love,
And speak it to my heart.

6 We know the Shepherd's love, who 3 In manifested love explain
left

The ninety-nine behind,
And thro' the desert anxious went,
The hundredth sheep to find.

7 To him poor sinners may appeal,
With all their misery;
The angels joy to see them come,
Christ calleth, "Come to me.'

HAPPY the souls who contrite are,
Them Jesus doth invite,
And gives to everlasting bliss
A never-failing right.

2 Tho' comforted, they still distrust
Their own untoward heart;
And wonder, that the Lord to them
Such mercy could impart.

3 To world and sin they bid adieu,
His pardon daily prove,
Desiring larger draughts to drink
Of Jesus' dying love.

4 When thus the blessings of his
And merits we enjoy, [blood
Yea, from the fulness of his grace
Take daily fresh supply;-

Thy wonderful design; [man, What meant the suffering Son of The streaming blood divine?

4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear, And live and die below,

That I might now perceive thee near,

And my Redeemer know?

5 Come then, and to my soul reveal The heights and depths of grace, The wounds, which all my sorrows heal,

That dear, disfigur'd face. 6 Before

my eyes of faith, confess'd,
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb;
Array me in salvation's vest,
And tell me all thy name.
7 Jehovah in thy person show,
A Saviour crucified;

And then the pardoning God I know,
And feel his blood applied.

8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly see;
And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity.

332.
T. 90.
AND can it be, that I should gain
An interest in the Saviour's blood?
Died he for me, who caus'd his pain?
For me, to make my peace with
God?

Amazing love, how can it be,
That Jesus deign'd to die for me?

2 'Tis mystery all; my Maker dies; Who can explore his strange design?

In vain the highest seraph tries

To sound the depths of love divine:

"Tis mercy all; let earth adore, Let angel-minds inquire no more. 3 He left his Father's throne above, So free, so infinite his grace; Emptied himself of all but love,

And bled for Adam's helpless race: 'Tis mercy all, immense and free, For, oh, it found out sinful me.

4 Long my imprison'd spirit lay

Fast bound in sin and nature's

4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,

And plung'd me in despair: saw my sins his blood had spilt, And help'd to nail him there.

5 Alas, I knew not what I did;

But now my tears are vain; [hid? Where shall my trembling soul be For I the Lord have slain.

6 A second look he gave, which said, "I freely all forgive;

This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou mayst live."

7 Thus, while his death my sin disIn all its blackest hue, [plays Such is the mystery of grace,

It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful My spirit now is fill'd, [joy, That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by him I kill'd.

NOT all the blood of beasts,

On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience Or wash away the stain. [peace, 2 Christ, the true paschal Lamb, Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay the hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.

4 Lord, I look back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the shameful tree; And know my guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice,

Our curse he did remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,

And sing his bleeding love.

MY Lord, how great the favour,

That I, a sinner poor,
Can, thro' thy blood's sweet savour,
Approach thy mercy-door,
And find an open passage

Unto the throne of grace;
Then wait the welcome message
That bids me go in peace.
2 In my forlorn condition,
Who else could give me aid?
Where could I meet compassion,
But in the church's Head?
In mercy, O receive me,

Thou God, who hearest prayer;

From every evil save me,

On thee I cast my care.
3 I'll never cease repeating
My numberless complaints,
But ever be entreating

Thee, glorious King of saints,
To form me in thine image,

And fill my soul with love,
Till I to thee my homage
Pay with the saints above.
338.
T. 22.

THE one thing needful, that good

part

Which Mary chose with all her

heart,

[mind, I would pursue with heart and And seek unwearied, till I find.

2 Hidden in Christ the treasure lies,
That goodly pearl of so great price;
No other way but Christ there is
To endless happiness and bliss.

3 But oh, I'm blind and ignorant,
Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, I want,
To guide me in the narrow road,
That leads to happiness and God.

4 My mind enlighten with thy light,
That I may understand aright
The glorious gospel-mystery,
Which shows the way to heaven
and thee.

50 Jesus Christ, my Lord and God, [blood, Who hast redeem'd me with thy By faith unite my heart to thee, That we may never parted be.

THE more forgiveness thou dost deign to afford,

The more thou art belov'd, most gracious Lord:

We are all great sinners before thee, Saviour,

O therefore grant to us the grace and favour

To love thee much. 2 How merciful art thou, O God of love,

How doth each needy soul thy comforts prove;

Who to thee can render due compensation?

In heaven and earth thy mercy and compassion

340.

Unequall'd are.

T. 14.

SURRENDER OF THE HEART TO JESUS.

2 Though my ransom-price He

paid,
Upon whom my guilt was laid,
Humbly at thy mercy-seat,
Full remission I entreat.

3 Lord, forgive me, day by day,
Debts, I cannot hope to pay;
Duties, I have left undone;
Evils, I have fail'd to shun;-

4 Trespasses in word or thought;
Deeds from evil motive wrought;
Cold ingratitude, distrust;
Thoughts unhallow'd or unjust.

5 Pardon, Lord,-and are there
those

Who my debtors are, or foes,
I, who by forgiveness live,
Here their trespasses forgive.

6 May I feel beneath my wrongs,
Vengeance to the Lord belongs;
Nor a worse requital dare,
Than the meek revenge of prayer.

7 Much forgiven, may I learn
Love for hatred to return;
Then assur'd my heart shall be,
Thou, my God, hast pardon'd me.

XVII. THE SURRENDER OF THE HEART

342.*

TO JESUS.

T. 582.

UNTO the Lamb of God,
Who to retrieve my loss
Became a man, and died for me
Upon the accursed cross;
Unto the Prince of life,
Who felt such racking pain,
While he the vengeance due to me
Did willingly sustain:-

2 To him I wholly give
Myself this day anew,
As his reward so dearly gain'd,
His spoil and purchase due;
That with me he may do
What's pleasing in his sight,
And from me take whate'er him
grieves,

Whate'er he sees not right.

3 How very weak I am,
My Saviour well can see,
And how exceeding short I fall,
Of what I ought to be:
Compassionate High-priest,
To thee I must appeal;
My numberless infirmities
O kindly haste to heal.

4 In thy most precious blood,
Which from thy open'd veins,
To heal my soul, on Calvary flow'd,
I pray wash out my stains:
It is thy daily care
Thy helpless sheep to feed;
To purify their spotted souls,
And gently them to lead.

5 Redeemer of my soul,
When I look back, and think,
How thy compassion, love, and
grace,

From sin and hell's dark brink
Have sav'd and rescu'd me;
And how thy cleansing blood,
Applied unto my heart by faith,
Hath brought me nigh to God:-
6 I in the dust adore,
Amaz'd at grace so free,
Bestow'd on such a wretched worm,
And ask, "How can it be,
That sinners base and vile
Should be so greatly lov'd,
Who cost thee so much pain and
grief,

And so ungrateful prov'd?"

7 Me thy all-seeing eye

Hath kept with watchful care;
Thy great compassion never fail'd,
Thou heard'st my needy prayer:
This makes me firmly trust,
That thou wilt guide me still,
And guard me safe throughout the

O GOD of mercy, grace, and love, Thy yearning bowels thee did move, To call me from death's gloomy night

Into thy own amazing light.

2 I once was wholly dead in sin, Wholly corrupt and spoil'd within, The carnal mind still bore the sway, And hurried me a slave away.

3 It caus'd thee pain, O Son of God, To see the purchase of thy blood So deeply sunk in misery,

And 'twas thy aim to set me free.

4 Thou drewest me with cords of love, [prove; Till thou at last didst conqueror Till sin's strong power thou hadst suppress'd,

And giv'n my weary spirit rest. 5 Now thro' thy wounds my soul

hath found

Peace, righteousness, and solid ground;

I've now obtained, thro' thy grace,
Among thy ransom'd flock a place.
6 I thee adore, my gracious King,
And joyful hallelujahs sing;
My eyes with grateful tears o'erflow,

For all the mercies thou dost show.
7 Faithful to thee I now engage
To be throughout my pilgrimage;
Accept my life and soul, my King,
Pledg'd to thy service these I bring.
8 Nature's reluctance overrule,
The worldly, carnal mind control;
O may I always have in view
Not mine, but thy blest will to do.
9 Thus by thy power I here shall be
Prepar'd for blest eternity, [love,
Walk with my God, him serve and
Till I shall live with him above.

2 Others may seek satisfaction
In this poor world's vanity;
Meanwhile shall my heart's affection
On my Saviour fixed be,
On his meritorious suffering,
And sin-expiating offering:
World, for ever be thou gone,
Leave but Christ and me alone.
3 Jesus cur'd my soul's infection
By his soul's dire agony;
From his death and resurrection
Life and power redound to me:
By the virtue of his merit

I shall heavenly joys inherit,
And e'en here a foretaste have
Of that world beyond the grave.
4 Jesus yields me delectation;

When I'm weak he strengthens me, Sweetens all my tribulation,

And supports me constantly: His atoning death and passion Are the cause of my salvation; Therefore Christ shall ne'er depart From my sight and from my heart. 5 Oh, I'm lost in deepest wonder, To think he shall soon appear To receive me gladly yonder,

And wipe off my every tear. Then my grateful songs and praises Shall resound in heavenly places; Jesus will I never leave. Here by faith to him I'll cleave,

345.* T. 22.

WE pray thee, wounded Lamb of
Cleanse us in thy atoning blood;
God,
Grant us by faith to view thy cross,
Then life or death is gain to us.

2 Take our poor hearts, and let them be

For ever clos'd to all but thee Seal thou our breasts, and let us wear That pledge of love for ever there. 3 What are our works but sin and death, [breathe;

Till thou thy quickening Spirit Until we strength from thee derive, And in communion with thee live. 4 Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty thought, [wrought;

To know the wonders thou hast Unloose our stammering tongues to

tell

Thy love immense, unsearchable.

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