2 Behold Him, all ye that pass by, The bleeding Prince of Life and Peace; 3 Is crucified for me and you, To bring us rebels back to God: Believe, believe the record true, Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood; Pardon for all flows from His side,My Lord, my hope, is crucified. 4 Then let us sit beneath His cross, And gladly catch the healing stream; 158 0 SPIRIT of the living God! In all Thy plenitude of grace, 2 Give tongues of fire and hearts of love L. M. 3 Be darkness at Thy coming, light, Souls without strength inspire with might, 4 O Spirit of the Lord! prepare All the round earth her God to meet; 5 Baptize the nations far and nigh; Till ev'ry kindred call Him Lord. 6 God from eternity hath will'd All flesh should His salvation see; The Saviour's sufferings crown'd through 159 C. M. THOU, from whom all goodness flows, I lift my heart to Thee; In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes, 2 When, groaning, on my burden'd heart My sins lie heavily, My pardon speak, new peace impart, 3 Temptations sore obstruct my way, Oh, give me strength, Lord, as my day, 4 If on my face, for Thy dear name, I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, 5 The hour is near, consign'd to death, Saviour, with my last parting breath I'll cry, 160 "Remember me." L. M. THOU, to whose all-searching sight 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be Thou my light, be Thou my way; No foes, no violence, I fear, No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head and cheer my heart. 5 Saviour, where'er Thy steps I see, 161 THOU, the contrite sinner's friend! Who, loving, lov'st them to the end, On Thee alone my hopes depend, That Thou wilt plead for me. 2 When, weary in the Christian race, 3 When I have err'd and gone astray, 4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, 5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darken'd with anguish, guilt, and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear, Pleading in heaven for me. P.M. 162 WISDOM! whose unfading power To frame, in nature's earliest hour, 2 Yet didst Thou not disdain awhile To bless Thy mother with a smile, 3 But in Thy Father's own abode, 4 So may our youth adore Thy name, With fostering grace, the timid flame 163 2 C. M. 8, 7, 4. 'ER the gloomy hills of darkness, All the promises do travail With a glorious day of grace, Let Thy glorious morning dawn! Let the Indian, let the negro, Let the rude barbarian see, |