4 O hasten, sinner, to be blest,
And stay not for to-morrow's sun: For fear the curse should thee arrest Before the morrow is begun.
O Lord, do Thou the sinner turn,
Now rouse him from his senseless state;
O let him not thy counsel spurn,
Nor mourn his fatal choice too late.
1 TO-MORROW, Lord is Thine,
Yet in Thy sovereign hand:
And if its sun arise and shine,
"Twill be at Thy command.
2 The present moment flies,
And bears our life away;
O make Thy servants truly wise,
T'improve each passing day.
3 Since on each winged hour
Eternity is hung,
Awaken by Thy mighty power,
The aged and the young.
4 One thing demands our care;
Be that one thing pursued:
Lest, now despis'd, we never hear
Thy pardoning voice renew'd.
5 Teach us Thy Name to fear;
Spread an alarm abroad!
And cry in every careless ear,
Prepare to meet thy God.
1 SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting rebel live!
Are not Thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in Thee?
2 My crimes, though great, do not surpass
The power and glory of Thy grace:
Great God, Thy nature hath no bound,
So let Thy pardoning love be found.
3 Receive a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering o'er Thy word,
Would rest on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
4 And, oh! let Jesus' blood atone
For all the crimes that I have done;
O let me hear Thy pardoning voice
And bid my troubled soul rejoice.
1 O LORD, turn not Thy face from me, Who lie in woeful state,
Lamenting all my sinful life.
Before Thy mercy-gate;
2 A gate which opens wide to those
That do lament their sin:
Shut not that gate against me, Lord,
But let me enter in.
3 I need not to confess my life
To Thee, who best can tell
What I have been, and what I am;
I know thou know'st it well.
4 The circumstances of my crimes,
Their number and their kind,
Thou know'st them all; and more, much more,
Than I can call to mind.
5 Mercy, good Lord, mercy I ask,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all my suit;
Lord, let thy mercy come.
1 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.
Great God, create our hearts anew,
And form our spirits pure and true:
O make us wise betimes, to see
Our danger and our remedy.
4 O let us hear thy pardoning voice,
And make the troubled soul rejoice;
Then all our powers shall join to bless
The Lord, our STRENGTH and RIGHTEOUSNESS!
1 DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still in store for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear,
Me, the chief of sinners, spare ?
2 I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked Him to the face,
Would not hearken to his calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
3 Is there mercy yet for me?
Can I still accepted be?
Jesus, in compassion bow,
Pardon and accept me now.
4 O incline me to repent,
Let me every fall lament,
Now my soul's revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
1 BEHOLD the sure Foundation-stone,
Which God in Zion lays,
To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise!
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,-
And saints adore the Name:
They trust their whole salvation here:
Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 Though foolish builders may despise,
And treat it with disdain;
Yet on this Rock thy Church shall rise,
And foes shall rage in vain.
4 What if the powers of hell withstood,
Yet must the building rise:
'Tis thy own work, Almighty God,
And wondrous in our eyes!
1 HARK! The voice of love and mercy Sounds aloud from Calvary!
See! It rends the rocks asunder, Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! "It is finish'd"
Hear the dying Saviour cry.
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