3 Father of everlasting grace, Be mindful of thy changeless word; We worship t'ward that holy place, In which thou dost thy name record; Dost make thy gracious nature known, That living temple of thy Son. 4 Thou dost with sweet complacence see, The temple fill'd with light divine; And art thou not well pleas'd with me, Who, turning to that heavenly shrine, Through Jesus to thy throne apply, Through Jesus for acceptance cry ? 5 With all who for redemption groan, Father, in Jesu's name we pray! And still we cry and wrestle on, - Till mercy take our sins away: Hear from thy dwelling place in heaven, And now pronounce our sins forgiven. 1 Willowby.] HYMN 183. 4 8's & 2 6's. THOU who hast our sorrows borne, Help us to look on thee and mourn, On thee whom we have slain; Have pierc'd a thousand, thousand times, And by reiterated crimes Renew'd thy sacred pain. 2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see The man transfix'd on Calvary! To know thee who thou art; That made thy soul a sacrifice, And quench'd in death those flaming eyes, 4 The veil of unbelief remove, And, lo! I come thy cross to share, And with my Saviour die! Broadmead.] HYMN 184. 6 lines 8's. 1 HOU God unsearchable, unknown, Broke off, and banish'd far from thee; 2 Send forth one ray of heavenly light, Thy absence I this moment feel: 4 My Saviour thou, though not reveal'd, New Sabbath.] HYMN 185. L. M. But veil'd before thy presence stand! 2 How shall weak eyes of flesh, weigh'd down Or view thy unapproached light? 3 Restore my sight! let thy free grace 4 The golden sceptre from above Reach forth; see, my whole heart I bow : 5 O Jesus, full of grace! the sighs 6 I know thou canst not but be good ; How shouldst thou, Lord, thy grace restrain. Thou, Lord, whose blood so freely flow'd, To save me from all guilt and pain? 7 By faith I to the fountain fly, Open'd for all mankind and me, To purge my sins of deepest die, 8 From Christ, the smitten Rock, it flows, And both I gain through faith in him. THE GOODNESS OF GOD IN REDEMPTION. 1 2 3 4 Irene.] HYMN 186. 2 6's & 4 7's. AVIOUR, the world's and mine, Thou my pain, my curse hast took, All my Help me, Lord, to thee I look ; Draw me, Saviour, after thee. 'Tis done! my Lord hath died; Break this stony heart of mine; When, O my God, shall I To love is all my wish, 5 6 Grant me, Lord, my heart's desire, Thee, and only thee to feel. Thy power I pant to prove, What the length, and breadth, and height. Ah! give me this to know, With all thy saints below; Swells my soul to compass thee: All immers'd and lost in love! Tunbridge.] HYMN 187. 6 lines 8's. 1 LOVE divine, what hast thou done! The Father's co-eternal Son, Bore all my sins upon the tree! The immortal God for me hath died: My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of life and peace ? Come see, ye worms, your Maker die, And say, was ever grief like his? Come, feel with me his blood apply'd: My Lord, my Love is crucify'd. 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: |