JESUS my Saviour, to thee I submit,
With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet, In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh and blood; Thou art my redeemer, my Lord and my God.
2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, my love;
I love thee, my Saviour, I love thee, my dove ;
I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know,
But how much I love thee I never can show.
3 All human expressions are empty and vain ;
They cannot unriddle this heavenly flame:
I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine,
I could not this myst'ry completely define.
4 I'm happy, I'm happy, O wond'rous account!
My days are immortal, I stand on the mount-;
I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there,
With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear.
5 O Jesus, my Saviour,with thee I am blest!
My life and Salvation, my joy and my rest!
Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my song;
Thy grace shall inspire my heart and my tongue.
6 O, who's like my Saviour? he is Salem's bright king!
He smiles and he loves me, and learns me to sing ; I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud and shrill,
While rivers of pleasure my spirits doth fill.
The beggar and the rich man.
YOME all ye poor sinners,
Ye poor and ye needy,
Ye halt and ye lame;
Submit to the gospel,
Upon its own terms,
Or you'll burn forever,
Like poor dying worms.
3 We read of a rich man
And a beggar likewise;
The beggar he died,
And attain'd to the prize;
The rich man he died,
And to his sad surprize,
In hell he awaken'd,
And did lift up his eyes.
Seeing Abra'm afar off,
In the regions above,
And Lazarus in his bosom,
In raptures of love,
He cries, father Abra'm,
Send to my relief,
For I am tormented,
In pain and in grief.
4 He says, son, remember
When you liv'd so bold,
Dress'd in your fine linen,
And boasting of gold,
This beggar lay at your gate,
Wounded and poor;
The dogs had compassion,
And licked his sore.
5 Besides there's a great gulf
Between us you see ;
So those who would, cannot
Pass hence unto thee;
6 He cries, Father Abra'm;
I pray you provide ;
Send one from the dead;
I've five brethren beside;
In hearing from me,
And believing my state,
Perhaps they'll repent now,
Before 'tis too late.
7 They have a rich gospel
That spreads far and wide ;
They've Moses, the prophets,
And th'apostles beside :
If they wont adhere
Unto them and repent,
They will not believe, though
One from the dead went.
The Sinner found wanting.
AISE thoughtless sinner, raise thine eye;
Behold the balance lifted high;
There shall God's justice be display'd,
And there thy hope and life be weigh'd.
2 See, in one scale his perfect law;
Mark with what force its precepts draw;
Wouldst thou the awful test sustain,
Thy works how light, thy thoughts how vain!
3 Behold! the hand of God appears To trace these dreadful characters; Tekel, thy soul is wanting found,
"And wrath shall smite thee to the ground."
4 Let sudden fear thy nerves unbrace ;
Confusion wild o'erspread thy face;
Through all thy thoughts let anguish roll,
And deep repentance melt thy soul.
5 One only hope may yet prevail;
Christ, in the scripture turns the scale;
Still doth the gospel publish peace,
And show a Saviour's righteousness.
6 Jesus, exert thy power to save,
Deep on his heart thy truth engrave;
Great God, the load of guilt remove,
That trembling lips may sing thy love."
HYMN 196. L. M. STEELY.
A dying Saviour.
TRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies,
Hark his expiring groans arise!
See, from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide !
2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from every bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel toes!
3 To suffer in the traitors place,
To die for man, surprising grace!
Yet pass rebellious angels by-
O why for man, dear Saviour, why?
4 And didst thou bleed, for sinners bleed?
And could the sun behold the deed?
No, he withdrew his sickening ray,
And darkness veil'd the morning day.
5 Can I survey this scene of woe,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain?
6 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold this stupid heart ;
'Till all its powers and passions move
In melting grief, and ardent love.
O mortal ties can be compar❜d
With those that join the Saviour's fold
Those bands of love by heav'n bestow'd,
Not earn'd by works, nor bought with gold.
2 By these, the followers of the lamb,
"Know they have pass'd from death to life;"
These bands still sweeten ev'ry song,
And help to banish sinful strife.
3 Though all the world combin'd disdain,
The little flock" renew'd by grace;
This flock may glory in their gain,
In Jesus' heart they have a place.
4 This "little flock," and only they,
Enjoy the Saviour's smiles in time;
And they at last, in endless day,
Shall bright with God and Angels shine.
5 In heav'n, remote from sin and care,
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