3 Firm as his throne his promise stands ; And He can well secure
What I've committed to his hands,
Till the decisive hour.
4 Then will He own my worthless name Before his Father's face;
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.
1 DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners spare?
I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked Him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
2 Jesus, answer from above;
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?
If I rightly read thy heart,
If thou all compassion art,
Now thine ear, in mercy bow;
Pardon and accept me now.
3 Pity from thine eye let fall;
By a look my soul recall;
Now, the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart,
Now incline me to repent.
Let me now my fall lament;
Now, my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
1 ALAS, what hourly dangers rise!
What snares beset my way!
To heaven O let me lift mine eyes,
And hourly watch and pray.
2 O gracious God, in whom I live,
My feeble efforts aid,
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive,
Though trembling and afraid.
3 Increase my faith, increase my hope,
When foes and fears prevail;
And bear my fainting spirit up,
Or soon my strength will fail.
4 O keep me in the heavenly way,
And bid the tempter flee;
And let me never, never stray,
From happiness and thee.
(See Music at the end, No. 6.)
1 I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God,
He bears them all and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in his blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains!
2 I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in him;
He heals all my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares,
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrow shares.
3 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's holy child!
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng,
To sing with saints his praises,
To learn the angels' song.
1 ROCK of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labour of my
Can fulfil thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone,
Thou must save, and thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to thee for dress,
Helpless, look to thee for grace :
Black, I to the fountain fly,
Wash me, Saviour, or I die;
4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See thee on thy judgment-throne,
Rock of ages, shelter me!
Let me hide myself in thee!
1 JESUS! lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the raging billows roll-
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour! hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide:
Oh! receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none !
Hangs my helpless soul on thee!
Leave, oh! leave me not alone!
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on thee is stay'd,
All my help from thee I bring:
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ! art all I want;
All in all in thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name-
I am all unrighteousness;
Vile and full of sin I am-
Thou art full of truth and
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound;
Make and keep me pure within :
Thou of life the fountain art!
Freely let me take of thee!
1 PEOPLE of the living God,
I have sought the world around,
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found;
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