I feel, alas! that I am dead
In trespasses and sins.
2 Ah, whither shall I fly?
I hear the thunder roar;
The law proclaims destruction nigh,
And vengeance at the door.
3 When I review my ways,
I dread impending doom;
But sure, a friendly whisper says,
"Flee from the wrath to come."
4 I see, or think I see,
A glimm'ring from afar;
A beam of day that shines for me,
To save me from despair.
5 Forerunner of the sun,
It marks the Pilgrim's way;
I'll gaze upon it while I run,
And watch the rising day.
HYMN 48. С. М.
Secking Pardon.
OW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.
3 My soul obeys th' Almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! help mine unbelief.
4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious king,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
The heart unchang'd can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray :
Reason debas'd can never find
The safe, the narrow way.
3 Can aught beneath a pow'r divine,
The stubborn will subdue?
'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew.
4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise:
And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken'd eyes;
5 To chase the shades of death away,
And bid the sinner live ;
A beam of Heav'n a vital ray,
'Tis thine alone to give.
6 O change these wretched hearts of ours,
And give them life divine !
Then shall our passions and our powers,
Almighty Lord, be thine.
HYMN 50. L, M.
A Sinner Submitting to God.
struggling with my pain,
Hopeless to burst this sinful chain,
At length I give the contest o'er,
And seek to free myself no more.
2 From my own works at last I cease-
God that creates must seal my peace;
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care,
Unless thy sov'reign grace I share.
3 Lord 1 despair myself to heal;
I see my sin but do not feel;
Nor shall I till thy Spirit blow,
And bid th' obedient waters flow.
4 'Tis thine a heart of flesh to give,
Thy gifts I only can receive;
Here then to thee I all resign, -
To draw, redeem, and seal is thine.
HYMN 51. P. M. 8, 7, 4.
The Surrender.
1 WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer,
Lord, I make a full surrender,
Ev'ry pow'r and thought be thine,
Thine entirely,
Thro' eternal ages thine.
HYMN 53. С. М.
Joy over Conversion.
how divine, how sweet the joy,
When but one sinner turns,
And with a humble, broken heart,
His sins and errors mourns !
2 Pleas'd with the news the saints below,
In songs their tongues employ;
Beyond the skies the tidings go,
And heav'n is fill'd with joy.
3 Well pleas'd the Father sees and hears
The conscious sinner's moan;
Jesus receives him in his arms,
And claims him for his own.
4. Nor angels can their joy contain,
But kindle with new fire:
"The sinner lost is found," they sing,
And strike the sounding lyre.
2 Thy tears are dri'd, thy griefs are fled,
Dispell'd each bitter care;
For Heav'n itself has lent its aid
To save thee from despair.
3 Hear, then, O God! thy work fulfil,
And, from thy mercy's throne,
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will
And to resist mine own.
4 So shall my soul each pow'r employ
Thy mercy to adore ;
While Heav'n itself proclaims with joy-
"One pardon'd sinner more!"
HYMN 55. L. M.
The Convert's grateful acknowledgment.
Y soul with humble fervor raise
To God the voice of grateful praise,
And ev'ry mental pow'r combine,
To bless his attributes divine.
2 Deep on my heart let mem'ry trace
His acts of mercy and of grace;
Who, with a Father's tender care,
Sav'd me when sinking in despair;
3 Gave my repentant soul to prove
The joy of his forgiving love;
Pour'd balm into my bleeding breast,
And led my weary feet to rest.
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave,
Where you dwell shall be my home,
Where you die shall be my grave;
Mine the God whom you adore-
Your Redeemer shall be mine;
Earth can fill my soul no more,
Ev'ry idol I resign.
HYMN 57. L. M.
The returning sinner.
FAR from thy fold, my God, my feet,
Nor found religious duties sweet,
Nor sought thy face, nor lov'd thy ways.
2 With tend'rest voice thou bad'st me flee
The paths which thou could'st ne'er approve;
And gently drew my soul to thee,
With cords of sweet, eternal love.
3 Now to thy footstool, Lord, I fly,
And low in self-abasement fall;
A vile, a helpless worm, I lie,
And thou, my God, art all in all.
4 Dearer, far dearer to my heart,
Than all the joys that earth can give;
From fame, from wealth, from friends I'd part,
Beneath thy countenance to live.
5 And when, in smiling friendship drest,
Death bids me quit this mortal frame,
Gently reclin'd on Jesus' breast,
My latest breath shall bless his name.
6 Then my unfetter'd soul shall rise,
And soar above yon starry spheres,
Join the full chorus of the skies,
And sing thy praise thro' endless years.
HYMN 58. P. M. 8, 7.
A miracle of Grace.
HAIL, my ever blessed Jesus,
Only thee I wish to sing;
To my soul thy name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.
2 Oh, what mercy flows from heav'n,
Oh, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiv'n-
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Once, with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd that way.
4 Witness all ye hosts of heav'n,
My Redeemer's tenderness!
Love I much? I've much forgiv'n-
I'm a miracle of grace.
Shout, ye bright angelic choir;
Praise the Lamb enthron'd above;
While, astonish'd, I admire
God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That bless'd moment I receiv'd him, Fill'd my soul with joy and peace; Love I much?--I've much forgiv'nI'an a miracle of grace,
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