Mighty God, ascended Lord,
To Thy throne in heaven restored,
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry,
Hear our solemn Litany.
O for a heart to praise my God;
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that's sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me!
O for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
With neither life nor death can part
From Him who dwells within.
A heart in every thought renewed,
And filled with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of Thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart,
Come quickly from above;
Write Thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.
JERUSALEM! Jerusalem!
Enthroned once on high,
Thou favoured house of God on earth,
Thou heaven below the sky!
Now brought to bondage with thy sons,
A curse and grief to see,
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Our tears shall flow for thee.
O hadst thou known thy day of grace,
And flocked beneath the wing
Of Him, who called thee lovingly,
Thine own anointed King!
But now thy day is sunk in night,
Thy time of mercy spent ;
For heavy was thy children's crime,
And strange its punishment.
O gaze not idly on their fall,
But, sinner, warnèd be;
He who spared not His chosen seed,
May send His wrath on thee,
Their day of grace is sunk in night-
Thy day is in its prime ;
O turn and seek thy Saviour's face
In this accepted time.
HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view,
Create in me a heart that's clean,
An upright mind anew.
Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight;
Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.
The joy Thy favour gives
Let me again obtain;
And Thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.
Do thou unlock my lips,
With sorrow closed and shame; So shall my mouth Thy wondrous praise To all the world proclaim.
LORD, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere it wholly pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Holy Jesu, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.
Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it close for evermore.
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die;
By Thy tears of bitter woe
From Jerusalem below,
Bid us not from Thee to go.
Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose the day of grace,
Lest we never see Thy face.
FROM lowest depths of woe
To God I sent my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.
My soul with patience waits
For Thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on Thy promise built,
Thy never-failing word.
My longing eyes look out
For Thy enlivening ray,
More duly than the morning watch,
To spy the dawning day.
Let Israel trust in God,
No bounds His mercy knows;
The plenteous source and spring from whence Eternal succour flows.
Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse,
And wash our guilt away.
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strewed.
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
Ride on ride on in majesty !
The angel armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.
Ride on! ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp ride on to die
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain ;
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign!
Reign on reign on in majesty !
Reign on in triumph, Lord Most High! We hymn Thee on Thy throne of love, Almighty King, in realms above.
WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid, it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See! from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown!
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