WHAT joy or honour could we have, If not the holy Lamb of God Our joy and honour were. 2 Of nothing we have ever done Whose eyes are flames of fire. 3 None is so holy, pure, and just, But Christ who took away our sins, 5 We know the righteousness com plete, Which he procur'd for all; WITH glorious clouds encompass'd Will God appear to me? 2 Will he forsake his throne above, 6 We know the Shepherd's love, who 3 In manifested love explain The ninety-nine behind, 7 To him poor sinners may appeal, HAPPY the souls who contrite are, 2 Tho' comforted, they still distrust 3 To world and sin they bid adieu, 4 When thus the blessings of his 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, And then the pardoning God I know, 8 I view the Lamb in his own light, 332. Amazing love, how can it be, 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, I 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, 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, Unto the throne of grace; Thou God, who hearest prayer; From every evil save me, On thee I cast my care. Thee, glorious King of saints, And fill my soul with love, 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, 3 But oh, I'm blind and ignorant, 4 My mind enlighten with thy light, 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, 3 Lord, forgive me, day by day, 4 Trespasses in word or thought; 5 Pardon, Lord,-and are there Who my debtors are, or foes, 6 May I feel beneath my wrongs, 7 Much forgiven, may I learn XVII. THE SURRENDER OF THE HEART 342.* TO JESUS. T. 582. UNTO the Lamb of God, 2 To him I wholly give Whate'er he sees not right. 3 How very weak I am, 4 In thy most precious blood, 5 Redeemer of my soul, From sin and hell's dark brink And so ungrateful prov'd?" 7 Me thy all-seeing eye Hath kept with watchful care; 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, For all the mercies thou dost show. 2 Others may seek satisfaction I shall heavenly joys inherit, 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 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. |