OUR heavenly Father calls, And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet, 2 God pities all our griefs: 3 How large his bounties are! What various stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand, And purchased with his blood! 4 Jesus, our living Head, We bless thy faithful care; 5 Here fix, my roving heart! LANGTON. S. M. Philip Doddridge. BEHOLD the throne of grace! 2 That rich atoning blood, 3 My soul! ask what thou wilt; 4 Thine image, Lord, bestow, I ask to serve thee here below, Conform my will to thine: John Newton. Arr. by STREEtfield. 145 The Lord's Mercy. SWEET is thy mercy, Lord; My soul, adoring, pleads thy word, 2 My need, and thy desires, Are all in Christ complete; Thou hast the justice truth requires, And I thy mercy sweet. 3 Where'er thy name is blest, Where'er thy people meet, There I delight in thee to rest, And find thy mercy sweet. 4 Light thou my weary way, Lead thou my wandering feet, That while I stay on earth I may Still find thy mercy sweet. 5 Thus shall the heavenly host J. S. B. Monsell. Arr. fr. WARTENSEE. HORTON. 78. Lord! I cannot let thee go, Till a blessing thou be-stow; Do not turn a-way thy face, Mine's an urgent, pressing case. THEY who seek the throne of grace 2 In our sickness and our health, 3 When our earthly comforts fail, 4 Then, my soul, in every strait, Oliver Holden, alt. 150 Quiet communion. STEALING from the world away, 2 Yonder stars that gild the sky 3 Sun of Righteousness! dispel Till eternal day appears. 4 Warm our hearts in prayer and praise, Ray Palmer. |