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A Mercy-Seat

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #I (1790) First Line: Near to thy mercy-seat, O God Lyrics: 1 Near to thy mercy-seat, O God, With conscious guilt I come: No sacrifice but Jesus' blood Can for such guilt atone. 2 Nor am I safe with such a plea, Thought Jesus bled and dy'd; My broken heart must healed be, My conscience purify'd. 3 Then may I venture near thy throne, When mercy points the way; Then, offer incense not my own, And humbly dare to pray. 4 How did my soul, in seasons past, Enjoy thy gracious smiles! So sweet thy word, so lov'd thy courts, So hateful Satan's wiles. 5 But darkness, doubts, and ceaseless grief Possess my weary heart: When wilt thou come to my relief, And bid my foes depart? 6 I cannot bear to wander thus, And still thine absence mourn; Assist thy humble penitent To make a quick return. 7 Into thy blessed arms I fly; Dear Jesus, bid me come; My spirit sees no other rest, My soul no other home. Languages: English

The Church's Request

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #II (1790) First Line: The little flock, on Zion's hill Lyrics: 1 The little flock, on Zion's hill, In happy union blest, Implore their great Redeemer, still To grant them one request. 2 Distinguish'd mercy found a place, And let the flock to rest: Head of thy church, we seek thy face, To grant us one request. 3 Thy sovereign favours, freely giv'n, Our hearts have deep imprest; Still hear our pray'r, indulgent Heav'n, And grant us one request. 4 While some are gather'd to the fold, By mercy's high behest, Do thou our infant state behold, And grant us one request. 5 With thoughtless souls, and anxious mind Thy courts are daily prest; That each a portion here may find, O grant us this request. 6 A faithful pastor, Lord, prepare; 'Twas Jesus' great bequest; For this we raise our ceaseless prayer: O grant this one request. 7 Then shall our grateful hearts adore Thine interposing love; This gift bestow'd, we'll grieve no more, But wait the joys above. Languages: English

Return of Joy

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #III (1790) First Line: When darkness long has veil'd my mind Lyrics: 1 When darkness long has veil'd my mind, And smiling day once more appears; Then, my Redeemer, then I find The folly of my doubts and fears. 2 I chide my unbelieving heart; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part, Or harbor one hard thought of thee. 3 O let me then at length be taught (What I am still so slow to learn;) That God is love, and changes not, Nor knows the shadow of a turn. 4 Sweet truth, and easy to repeat; But when my faith is sharply tried I find myself a learner yet, Unskilful, weak, and apt to slide. 5 But, O my Lord, one look from thee Subdues the disobedient will; Drives doubt and discontent away, And thy rebellious worm is still. 6 Thou art as ready to forgive As I am ready to repine; Thou, therefore, all the praise receive; Be shame, and self-abhorrence, mine. Languages: English

Lovest Thou Me?

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #IV (1790) First Line: 'Tis a point I long to know Lyrics: 1 'Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no; Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 [Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild, Fill'd with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child?] 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You who love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve at what I feel, If I did not love at all? 7 [Could I joy his saints to meet, Choose the way I once abhorr'd; Find, at times, the promise sweet If I did not love the Lord? 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case! Thou who art the people's sun; Since upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to-day. Languages: English

Penitential Prayer

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #V (1790) First Line: With conscious guilt and bleeding heart Lyrics: 1 With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, Near to thy throne of grace I fly; O! Friend of friendless sinners, deign To hear my penitential cry. 2 Borne down with sin's tremendous load, I cannot raise my soul to thee; E'en when I would approach thy throne, Through unbelief I'm kept away. 3 O! sov'reign, gracious, pow'rful God, Compel my sins to quit their seat: And cloth'd with Jesus' finish'd robe, I'll dare approach my Saviour's feet. 4 My first, my only cry shall be, "Thy sanctifying grace impart, "And form my soul alike to thee, "And dwell forever in my heart." 5 Then, when I quit this vale of tears, Uncloth'd with flesh my soul shall rise; Adorn'd with ev'ry shining grace, Shall reign with God above the skies. Languages: English

Private Devotion

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #VI (1790) First Line: Tell me, ye happy, happy few Lyrics: 1 Tell me, ye happy, happy few, What is the theme that suits you best? Do you advert to native worth, Or build your hopes on duties past? 2 If you are blind, and poor, and lost, Speak ye of light, and joy, and peace? "O yes (methinks you all reply) "Sinners alone will bow to grace." 3 Christ is the theme, the only theme, Of all the ransom'd heirs of God; His life alone the law fulfill'd, And saints were purchas'd with his blood. 4 How sweet the moments glide away When Jesus deigns to be a guest; When humble souls their joys reveal, And lean, enraptur'd, on his breast. 5 Like drops of water, pure and free, We mingle all our joys and fears; The gloom of conscious guilt recedes, And hope looks smiling through our tears. Languages: English

Penitential Sighs

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #VII (1790) First Line: Father, at thy call I come Lyrics: 1 Father, at thy call I come; In thy bosom there is room For a guilty soul to hide, Press'd with grief on ev'ry side. 2 Here I'll make my piteous moan; Thou canst understand a groan: Here my sins and sorrows tell; What I feel thou knowest well. 3 Ah! how foolish I have been, To obey the voice of sin, To forget thy love to me, And to break my vows to thee. 4 Darkness fills my trembling soul, Floods of sorrow o'er me roll: Pity, Father, pity me; All my hope's alone in thee. 5 But may such a wretch as I, Self-condemn'd, and doom'd to die, Ever hope to be forgiv'n, And be smil'd upon by Heav'n! 6 May I round thee cling and twine, Call myself a child of thine, And presume to claim a part In a tender Father's heart? 7 Yes, I may, for I espy Pity trickling from thine eye: 'Tis a Father's bowels move, Move with pardon, and with love. 8 Well I do remember too, What his love hath deign'd to do; How he sent a Saviour down, All my follies to atone. 9 Has my Elder Brother died? And is justice satisfied? Why,O why, should I despair Of my Father's tender care. Languages: English

Humble Trust

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #VIII (1790) First Line: Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? Lyrics: 1 Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? Am I forbid to trust thy blood? Hast thou not pardon rich and free, Seal'd in the kind atoning flood? 2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul From thee to regions of despair? Who has survey'd the sacred roll, And found my name not written there? 3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound, To limit mercy's sovereign reign; What other happy souls have found, I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 4 I own my guilt, my sins confess; Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes, already numberless, Vain the attempt to swell the score. 5 Were the black list before my sight, While I remember thou hast dy'd, 'Twould only urge my speedier flight To seek salvation at thy side. 6 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down, To thee reveal my guilt and fear; And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, I'll be the first who perish there. Languages: English

Religion is the chief concern

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #IX (1790) Lyrics: 1 Religion is the chief concern Of mortals here below; May all its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know. 2 More needful this, than glittering wealth, Or aught the world bestows; Not reputation, food, or health Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom, 'Twill fist us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 4 O may my heart, by grace renew'd, Be my Redeemer's throne; And be my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own! 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be join'd with godly fear; And all our conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 6 Preserve me from the snares of sin, through my remaining days; And in me let each virtue shine To my Redeemer's praise. 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire; Let warm affections rise; And may I wait with strong desire, To mount above the skies. Languages: English

Hope set before us

Hymnal: SHOS1790 #X (1790) First Line: And be it so, that till this hour Lyrics: 1 And be it so, that till this hour We never knew what faith has meant; And, slaves to sin and Satan's power, Have never felt these hearts relent. 2 What shall we do? shall we lie down, Sink in despair, and groan and die; And, sunk beneath th' Almighty's frown, Not glance one cheerful hope on high? 3 Forbid it, Saviour! to thy grace As sinners, strangers, we wil come; Among thy saints we ask a place, For in thy mercy there is room. 4 Lord, we believe; O chase away The gloomy clouds of unbelief; Lord, we repent; O let thy ray Dissolve our hearts in sacred grief! 5 Now spread the banner of thy love, And let us know that we are thine; Cheer us with blessings from above, With all the joys of hope divine. Languages: English