Joseph Mazsinghi. (1765-1844.)

PALESTINE. L. M. 6 lines.

woe;

George F. Root.

O how fair!

I WHY will ye waste on trifling cares
That life which God's compassion spares?
While, in the various range of thought,
The one thing needful is forgot?

2 Shall God invite you from above?
Shall Jesus urge his dying love?
Shall troubled conscience give you pain?
And all these pleas unite in vain?
3 Not so your eyes will always view
Those objects which you now pursue:
Not so will heaven and hell appear,
When death's decisive hour is near.
4 Almighty God, thy grace impart;
Fix deep conviction on each heart;
Nor let us waste on trifling cares
That life which thy compassion spares.
Philip Doddridge. 1755.

5

Yea, all I need, in thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come!

Just as I am, thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come!

6 Just as I am, thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come!

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Charlotte Elliott. 1836.

I BEHOLD, a Stranger at the door!
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still;

2

You treat no other friend so ill.

O lovely attitude! he stands With melting heart and loaded hands: O matchless kindness! and he shows This matchless kindness to his foes. 3 But will he prove a friend indeed! He will; the very friend you need: The friend of sinners-yes, 'tis he, With garments dyed on Calvary. 4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine; Turn out his enemy and thine, That soul-destroying monster, sin, And let the Heavenly Stranger in. Joseph Grigg. 1765.