2 Grant one poor sinner more a place
Among the children of thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die, Be thine through all eternity;

The vow is passed beyond repeal;
And now I set the solemn seal.

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood
That bought my guilty soul for God,
Thee my new Master now I call,
And consecrate to thee my all.

5 Do thou assist a feeble worm
The great engagement to perform;
Thy grace can full assistance lend,
And on that grace I dare depend.

511.

Samuel Davies, 1760.

1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, "Come unto me and rest;

C. M.

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon my breast."

2 I came to Jesus as I was,

Weary, and worn, and sad;
I found in him a resting-place,
And he has made me glad.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold, I freely give

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The living water; thirsty one,

Stoop down, and drink, and live."

4 I came to Jesus, and I drank

Of that life-giving stream;

My thirst was quenched, my soul revived,
And now I live in him.

5 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
“I am this dark world's Light;
Look unto me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."

6 I looked to Jesus, and I found
In him my Star, my Sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.

512.

Horatius Bonar, 1857.

PSALM 126.

C. M.

1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name,

And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess;

My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.

3 "Great is the work," my neighbors cried,
And owned thy power divine;
"Great is the work," my heart replied,
"And be the glory thine."

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;

They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.

513.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

L. M.

1 WHO can describe the joys that rise Through all the courts of paradise, To see a prodigal return,

To see an heir of glory born!

2 With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;

The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

3 The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he formed anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

514.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

1 WHO can forbear to sing,
Who can refuse to praise,
When Zion's high, celestial King
His saving power displays?

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2 When sinners at his feet,
By mercy conquered, fall?
When grace, and truth, and justice meet
And peace unites them all?

3 When heaven's opening gates
Invite the pilgrim's feet;

And Jesus at their entrance waits,
To place them on his seat?

4 Who can forbear to praise
Our high, celestial King,

When sovereign, rich, redeeming grace Invites our tongues to sing?

Joseph Swain, 1792.

CHRISTIAN LIFE,-UNION

WITH CHRIST.

515.

S. M

1 DEAR Saviour! I am thine,
By everlasting bands;

My name, my heart, I would resign;
My soul is in thy hands.

2 To thee I still would cleave
With ever growing zeal;

Let millions tempt me Christ to leave,
They never shall prevail!

3 His Spirit shall unite

My soul to him, my head;
Shall form me to his image bright,
And teach his paths to tread.

4 Death may my soul divide
From this abode of clay;

But love shall keep me near his side,
Through all the gloomy way.

5 Since Christ and we are one,

What should remain to fear?

If he in heaven has fixed his throne,
He'll fix his members there.

516.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

1 JOHN i. 3.

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1 OUR heavenly Father calls,

And Christ invites us near;

With both our friendship shall be sweet
And our communion dear.

2 God pities all our griefs;
He pardons every day,
Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.

3 How large his bounties are!
What various stores of good,
Diffused from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchased with his blood!

4 Jesus, our living Head,

We bless thy faithful care,
Our Advocate before the throne,
And our Forerunner there.

5 Here fix, my roving heart;

Here wait, my warmest love;
Till the communion be complete,
In nobler scenes above.

Philip Doddridge, 1755.

517.

C. M.

1 LORD Jesus, are we one with thee?
Oh height! oh depth of love!
With thee we died upon the tree,
In thee we live above.

2 Such was thy grace, that for our sake
Thou didst from heaven come down,
Thou didst of flesh and blood partake,
In all our sorrows one.

3 Our sins, our guilt, in love divine,
Confessed and borne by thee;

The gall, the curse, the wrath were thine,
To set thy members free.

4 Ascended now, in glory bright,

Still one with us thou art;

Nor life, nor death, nor depth, nor height, Thy saints and thee can part.