HAMBURG. L. M. Arr. from a Gregorian Chant, by DR. L. MASON. 1. Come, weary souls, with sin distressed, Come, and accept the promised rest; 2 Oppressed with sin, a painful load, 3 Here mercy's boundless ocean flows, 4 Lord, we accept, with thankful heart, 5 Dear Saviour, let thy wondrous love 1 Behold a stranger at the door! 2 O, lovely Saviour, see, he stands 3 But will he prove a friend indeed? 4 Admit him, ere his anger burn- 2 Ye souls that are wounded, haste, haste to the Saviour; He calls you in mercy-0, slight not his favor. Your sins, that have risen as high as a mountain, Shall find full remission, in this precious fountain. Hallelujah, &c. 30 Jesus, our King, all blessed and glorious! O'er sin, death, and hell, thine arm is victorious; With shouting proclaim it, in th' great congregation; Let angels and men raise the song of salvation. Hallelujah, &c. 4 And when thou shalt bring us to thy heavenly dwelling, To gaze on thy glory, all glory excelling, We'll sound forth thy honors, with harps that cease never, 3 But whither can I go? There is no other pool 4 I see, or think I see, A glimm'ring from afar; Where streams of sov'reign mercy flow, A beam of day that shines for me, To make a sinner whole. 4 Here then, from day to day, I'll wait, and hope, and try; Can Jesus hear a sinner pray, Yet suffer him to die? 207 1 My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead, In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; NEWTON. COWPER. To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way: I'll gaze upon it while I And watch the rising day. run, Ah! Lord, what shall I do? How shall a wretched sinner flee From everlasting wo? 2 I dare no longer stay So nigh the jaws of hell: Yet how to go, or find the way To Christ, I cannot tell. 3 O Lord, though I am vile, Receive me as I am; ANON. And let thy sovereign mercy smile On me, through Christ the Lamb. 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice To the debt I owe, pay 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law, Does all my life condemn, Tears should from both my weeping eyes, The secret evils of my soul In ceaseless torrents flow. 3 But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; N› tears but those which thou hast shed, I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord, Fill me with fear and shame. 3 How many precious Sabbaths gone 4 How long, how often have I heard 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, |