Put on the armour from above Of heav'nly truth and heav'nly love. 6. The terror and the charm repel, And pow'rs of earth, and pow'rs of hell. Thy Lord and Captain triumph'd here: Why should his faithful foll'wers fear? HYMN 237 c. M. 1. And growing crimes appear; ORD, when iniquities abound, We view the deluge rising round, 2. Yet, when its waves most fiercely beat, 3. May thy triumphant arm awake, 4. O let thy grace dispose their hearts, And let their stubborn necks be bent, 5. Our feeble souls do thou support; And multitudes shall strive in vain THE HYMN 238. c. M. 1. HE Lord into his vineyard comes, Our various fruit to see; His eve, more piercing than the light, 2. Tremble ye sinners, at his frown, And fear that keenly-wounding axe, 3. Lord, we adore thy sparing love, Else had we low in ruin fall'n, And known no more our place. 4. Succeeding years thy patience waits; But form in us abundant fruit, 1. R HYMN 239. L. M. AISE, thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye; There shall his justice be display'd, 2. See in one scale his perfect law; And, while they tremble, let them flee, XV. REPENTANCE & CONVERSION. 1. ST HYMN 240. L. M. HEW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive! Are not thy mercies large and free? May not the contrite trust in thee? 2. With shame my num'rous sins I trace Against thy law, against thy grace; And, though my pray'r thou shouldst not hear, 3. Yet save a penitent, O Lord! Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Seeks for some precious promise there, Some sure support against despair. 4. My sins are great, but don't surpass Great God! thy nature hath no bound: And ev'ry pow'r shall join to bless 1.0 thou that hear'st when sinners cry 2. Create my nature pure within, The God of grace will ne'er despise 5. My soul lies humbled in the dust, HYMN 242. L. M. OPER Great God! thy humble suppliants hear. Though sunk, we ne'er can sink so low, By merit, without mercy, tried, 4. Ye contrite, hearts, who guilt deplore! 1. WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face, O how shall I appear! 2. If yet, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3. When thou, O Lord! shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, O how shall I appear! But there's forgiveness, Lord, with thee; Thy pard'ning mercy I implore; For mercy, Lord, is thine. 5. O let thy boundless mercy shine Correct my passions, mend my heart, 6. And may I taste thy richer grace When Christ to judgment shall descend, 1. PERPETUAL source of light and grace! hail thy sacred name. Through ev'ry year's revolving round, 2. Inconstant service we repay, And treach'rous vows renew, 3. Low at thy feet our guilt we mourn, 4. Arm'd with this energy divine, 5. So, by thy pow'r, the morning sun 1. Brightens each moment in his race, HYMN 245. P. M. GOD of mercy! God of grace! Hear our sad repentant songs. O restore thy suppliant race, Thou to whom our praise belongs! 2. Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time mispent ; 4. These, and ev'ry secret fault, Fill'd with grief and shame we own. Seeking pardon from thy throne. |