Strangers, and he takes us in ;
Naked, he becomes our dress;
Sick, and he from stain of sin
Cleanses with his righteousness.
Therefore will we sing his praise
Who his lost ones hath restored,
Hearts and voices both shall raise
Hallelujahs to the Lord.
TO the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.
10 LORD, from anger purge my heart,
Bid all enmity depart;
New-created from above,
Let my very life be love.
Quench in me each evil fire,
Envious thought or fierce desire.
Flame from heaven upon me fall !
Love of God be all in all.
11 SUN of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if thou be near,
Oh! may no earth-born cloud arise
To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Abide with me from morn till eve,
For without thee I cannot live;
Abide with me when night is nigh,
For without thee I dare not die.
12 O LORD, we praise thy sovereign grace, Grace o'er the raging flood supreme.
How well didst thou secure the race
Thou hadst determined to redeem.
They in the ark serenely housed,
Smiled on the universal wreck.
Fierce were the waves by vengeance roused,
But mercy held them all in check.
COME to the ark, come to the ark,
To Jesus come away;
The floods of wrath are bursting forth,
O haste to Christ to-day.
Come to the ark, all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin :
Without, deep calleth unto deep;
But all is peace within.
Come to the ark, ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose;
Come, for the door which open stood
Is now about to close.
14 HE that hath made his refuge God
Shall find a most secure abode,
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
Then will I say, " My God, thy power
Shall be my fortress and my tower :
I, that am form'd of feeble dust,
Make thine almighty arm my trust."
15 O JESUS, Saviour of the lost,
Our ark and hiding place,
By storms of sin and sorrow toss'd,
We seek thy sheltering grace.
Forgive our wandering and our sin,
We wish no more to roam;
Open the ark and take us in,
Our soul's eternal home.
THE warm affections of his breast
Towards his chosen burn;
And in his love he'll ever rest,
Nor from his oath return.
Still to confirm his oath of old,
See in the heavens his bow;
No fierce rebukes, but joys untold
Await his children now.
IN his providential reign,
Oh, what various wisdom shines!
He confounds the pride of man,
Blasts the people's vain designs;
Brings their counsels all to nought;
Only his abideth sure;
What the gracious Lord has thought
Shall from age to age endure.
WE'VE no abiding city here;
Then let us live as pilgrims do :
Let not the world our rest appear,
But let us haste from all below.
We've no abiding city here;
We seek a city out of sight:
Zion's its name-the Lord is there;
It shines with everlasting light.
19 OH send thy Spirit down, to write, Thy law upon my heart!
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor act the liar's part.
Order my footsteps by thy word,
And make my heart sincere ;
Let sin have no dominion, Lord,
But keep my conscience clear.
So let our lips and lives express
The holy gospel we profess;
So let our works and virtues shine,
To prove the doctrine all divine.
Thus shall we best proclaim abroad
The honours of our Saviour God,
When his salvation reigns within,
And grace subdues the power of sin.
KING of Salem, bless my soul !
Make a wounded sinner whole !
King of righteousness and peace,
Let not thy sweet visits cease!
Come, refresh this soul of mine
With thy sacred bread and wine!
All thy love to me unfold,
Half of which can not be told.
Hail, Melchizedek divine ;
Great High-Priest, thou shalt be mine;
All my powers before thee fall;
Take not tithe, but take them all.
22 THOU dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
We love to hear of thee;
No music's like thy charming name,
Nor half so sweet can be.
Oh may we ever hear thy voice,
In mercy to us speak;
And in our Priest we will rejoice,
Thou great Melchizedek.
23 'TIS mine, the covenant of grace,
And every promise mine!
All flowing from eternal love,
And sealed by blood divine.
On my unworthy, favour'd head,
Its blessings all unite;
Blessings more numerous than the stars,
More lasting and more bright.
That covenant the last accent claims
Of this poor faltering tongue;
And that shall the first notes employ
Of my celestial song.
24 NO more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can answer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done. 25 QUICK as the apple of an eye, O God, my conscience make! Awake my soul, when sin is nigh, And keep it still awake.
Oh may the least omission pain
My well-instructed soul;
And drive me to the blood again,
Which makes the wounded whole!
26 LORD, thou hast search'd and seen me
Thine eye commands with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
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