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A Throne of Grace

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XI (1790) First Line: While journeying through this humble vale Lyrics: 1 While journeying through this humble vale, Expos'd to ev'ry adverse gale; If to the throne I could repair, I should be happy, happy there. 2 When doubts and fears my mind perplex, Or worldly things go wrong, and vex, If to the throne my soul draws near, Propitious hope removes each fear. 3 Lord, this it is which soothes my grief, And to my soul yields such relief: I cry, enraptur'd, bid me come, And near thee find my lasting home. 4 How prone to seek my good below! How much like a deceitful bow Is my false heart; though pledg'd to thee, When first I gave that heart away. 5 O never, never can I find Such joy and transport to the mind, As when my ardent soul descry'd The glories of the Man who dy'd. 6 The robe my legal soul had wrought With pray'rs and tears, appear'd as nought: One view, O Saviour, of thy love, Forever fix'd my hopes above. 7 There let them firm forever rest, With still increasing radiance blest; Till death dissolves this mortal band, And I arrive in Canaan's land. Languages: English

Praise for Redemption

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XII (1790) First Line: Come, ye redeem'd by Jesus' blood Lyrics: 1 Come, ye redeem'd by Jesus' blood, Your grateful songs employ; He brought your wand'ring souls to God, And turn'd your grief to joy. 2 Think, ransom'd sinner, what a price Was paid to set you free! Th' Eternal Son was nail'd and dy'd Upon the bloody tree. 3 Our yielding hearts cannot be cold, While viewing such a scene! E'en nature trembled to behold The suff'rings of her King! 4 The massy rocks in sunder clave, When Jesus clos'd his eyes; The sleeping saints leap'd from their graves, And darkness spread the skies. 5 Mysterious grace! all-conquering love! Too deep for angels' ken: That he whom seraphs praise above, Should die for guilty men. 6 Then join, ye ransom'd in the song, And, while ye taste his love, Let every saint the them prolong, Till call'd to praise above. Languages: English

Complaining

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XIII (1790) First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 1 I would, but cannot sing, I would, but cannot pray; For satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. 2 I would, but can't repent, Tho' I endeavour oft; This stony heart can ne'er relent Till Jesus makes it soft. 3 I would, but cannot love, Tho' woo'd by love divine; No arguments have pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 I would, but cannot rest In God's most holy will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5 O could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would but cannot – Lord, relieve; My help must come from thee! 6 But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do; Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. 7 By nature prone to ill, Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, As now I am of power. 8 Wilt thou not crown at length The work thou hast begun? And with a will, afford me strength In all thy ways to run? Languages: English

The Convert

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XIV (1790) First Line: How sweet is the language of love Lyrics: 1 How sweet is the language of love, Which dwells on the penitent's tongue! The theme of their heavenly joys, The notes of Immanuel's song! 2 'Twas thus with the converts of old, Though prisons and chains were their lot: At midnight, when Jesus appear'd, They sang, and their bands were forgot. 3 Immanuel's glory the theme, Our hearts are inflam'd with desire; Or while of his suff'rings we tell, We wonder, repent, and admire. 4 O blessed Redeemer, we come With panting, and longing to be Assured of pardon and peace, And wholly conformed to thee. Languages: English

Retrospection

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XV (1790) First Line: Sweet was the time when first I felt Lyrics: 1 Sweet was the time when first I felt The Saviour's pard'ning blood Apply'd to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God. 2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd His praises tun'd my tongue; And when the evening shades prevail'd, His love was all my song. 3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles, And lean'd upon his arm. 4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word, I call'd each promise mine. 5 Then to his saints I often spoke, Of what his love had done; But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone. 6 Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns. 7 My pray'rs are now a chattering noise, For Jesus hides his face; I read – the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case. 8 Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey; Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail, O come without delay. Languages: English

Prayer answered by Crosses

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XVI (1790) First Line: I ask'd the Lord that I might grow Lyrics: 1 I ask'd the Lord that I might grow In faith, and love, and every grace; Might more of his salvation know, And seek more earnestly his face. 2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer; But it has been in such a way As almost drove me to despair. 3 I hoped that in some favour'd hour At once he'd answer my request; And, by his love's constraining power, Subdue my sins, and give me rest. 4 Instead of this, he made me feel The hidden evils of my heart, And let the angry powers of hell Assault my soul in every part. 5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd Intent to aggravate my woe; Cross'd all the fair designs I schem'd, Blasted my gourds, and laid me low. 6 "Lord, why is this?" I trembling cry'd, "Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death?" "'Tis in this way," the Lord reply'd, "I answer prayer for grace and faith. 7 "These inward trials I employ "From self, and pride, to set thee free, "And break thy schemes of earthly joy, "That thou may'st seek thy all in me." Languages: English

Exhortation to Prayer

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XVII (1790) First Line: What various hindrances we meet Lyrics: 1 What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy-seat! Yet who, that knows the worth of prayer But wishes to be often there? 2 Prayer makes the darken'd cloud withdraw, Prayer climes the ladder Jacob saw; Gives exercise to faith and love, Brings every blessing from above. 3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight, Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees. 4 While Moses stood with arms spread wide, Success was found on Israel's side; But when through weariness they fail'd, That moment Amalek prevail'd. 5 Have you no words? Ah, think again, Words flow apace when you complain, And fill your fellow-creature's ear With the sad tale of all your care. 6 Were half the breath thus vainly spent To Heav'n in supplication sent, Your cheerful song would oft'ner be, "Hear what the Lord has done for me." Languages: English

The Successful Resolve

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XVIII (1790) First Line: Come, humble sinner, in whose breast Lyrics: 1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear opprest, And make this last resolve. 2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin "Hath like a mountain rose; "I know his courts, I'll enter in, "Whatever may oppose. 3 "Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, "And there my guilt confess; "I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone, "Without his sovereign grace. 4 "I'll to the gracious King approach, "Whose sceptre pardon gives, "Perhaps he may command my touch, "And then the suppliant lives. 5 "Perhaps he will admit my plea, "Perhaps will hear my prayer; "But if I perish I will pray "And perish only there. 6 "I can but perish if I go, "I am resolved to try; "For if I stay away, I know "I must forever die." Languages: English

The Lost Sheep found

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XIX (1790) First Line: When some kind shepherd from his fold Lyrics: 1 When some kind shepherd from his fold Has lost a straying sheep, Through vales, o'er hills, he anxious roves, And climbs the mountain's steep. 2 But O the joy! the transport sweet! When he the wand'rer finds; Up in his arms he takes his charge, And to his shoulder binds. 3 Homeward he hastes to tell his joys, And make his bliss complete: The neighbours hear the news, and all The joyful shepherd greet. 4 Yet how much greater is the joy When but one sinner turns, When the poor wretch with broken heart His sins and errors mourns! 5 Pleas'd with the news, the saints below In songs their tongues employ; Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is fill'd with joy. 6 Well-pleas'd the Father sees and hears The conscious sinner weep; Jesus receives him in his arms, And owns him for his sheep. 7 Nor angels can their joys contain, But kindle with new fire: "A wandering sheep's return'd," they sing, And strike the sounding lyre. Languages: English

Vital Union to Christ

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #XX (1790) First Line: Dear Saviour, we are thine Lyrics: 1 Dear Saviour, we are thine, By everlasting bonds; Our names, our hearts, we would resign, Our souls are in thy hands. 2 To thee we still would cleave With ever-growing zeal; If millions tempt us Christ to leave, O let them ne’er prevail. 3 Thy Spirit shall unite Our souls to thee our head; Shall form in us thy image bright, And teach thy paths to tread. 4 Death may our souls divide From these abodes of clay; But love shall keep us near thy side Through all the gloomy way. 5 Since Christ and we are one, Why should we doubt or fear; If he in heaven hath fix'd His throne, He’ll fix his members there. Languages: English