1. HOW oft, alas! this wretched heart How oft my roving thoughts depart, 2. Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return!" My vile ingratitude I mourn: O, take the wanderer home. 3. And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, And shall a pardoned rebel live, 4. Almighty grace, thy healing power, 5. Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 73. Dear Saviour, I adore; O, keep me at thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. C. M. Trust of the Wicked. 1. SEE how the worthless bramble stands 2. Such is the sinner's awful case, Who makes the world his trust; 3. A secret curse destroys his root, Steele. Newton. 74. C. M. Repentance, and Faith in the Blood of Christ. 1. O GOD of mercy, hear my call, 2. Give me the presence of thy grace; Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, 3. No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, The death of Christ shall still remain 4. A soul oppressed with sin's desert, A humble groan, a broken heart, Watts. FARRANT. C. M. FARRANT. 3 4 4 Sinners, behold that downward road, Which leads to endless wo; 1. SINNERS, behold that downward road, 2. But yonder see that narrow way, 3. They from destruction's city came, The Bible is their precious guide, 4. Lord, I would now a pilgrim be; I would not for ten thousand worlds Dobell. 76. C. M. No Concealment for the Sinner. 1. LORD, where shall guilty souls retire, In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, 2. Should I suppress my vital breath, Thy voice could break the bars of death, 3. If, winged with beams of morning light, Thy hand, which must support my flight, 4. If o'er my sins I think to draw Those flaming eyes that guard thy law, 5. The beams of noon, the midnight hour, 77. O, may I ne'er provoke that power C. M. Regeneration. 1. SINNERS, this solemn truth regard, For Christ the Saviour hath declared, 2. Whate'er might be your birth or blood, 3. Our nature's totally depraved, 4. Spirit of life, thy grace impart, Watts. Hoskins 78. C. M. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. 1. COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, In these cold hearts of ours. 2. Look, how we grovel here below, Our souls can neither fly nor go, 3. In vain we tune our formal songs, Hosannas languish on our tongues, 4. Dear Lord! and shall we ever live Our love so faint, so cold to thee, |