1 ULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation,
I thy timely aid implore:
Suffering son of man, be near me,
All my suff'rings to sustain,
By thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By thy more than mortal pain.
2 Call to mind that unknown anguish
In thy days of flesh below,
When thy troubled soul did languish
Under a whole world of woe;
When thou didst our curse inherit,
Groan beneath our guilty load,
Burden'd with a wounded spirit,
Bruis'd by all the wrath of God.
3 By the travail of thy spirit,
By thine outcry on the tree,
By thine agonizing merit,
In my pangs remember me !
By thy death I thee conjure,
A weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me patient to endure,
Make me faithful to the end,
FOR a closer walk with God,
A calm and heav'nly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I lov'd the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?
3 What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
4 Return O holy Dove! return
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that make me mourn,
That drove thee from my breast.
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
'7's. Desiring to love Christ. NEWTON NIS 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, this lifeless frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his name!
3 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do :
You that love the Lord indeed,
Tell me is it thus with you?
4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will,
Find my sins my grief and shame:
Should I grieve for what I feel
If I never lov'd his name?
5 Lord decide the doubtful case!
Thou who art thy people's Sun,
Shine upon thy work of grace,
If it be indeed begun.
6 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.
IN all my Lord's appointed ways,
My journey I'll pursue;
Hinder me not, ye much lov'd saints,
For I must go with you.
Through floods and flames, if Jesus leads,
I'll follow where he goes,
Hinder me not, shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.
Through duties, and through trials too,
I'll go at his command;
Hinder me not, for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.
And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
Hinder me not, come welcome death,
I'll gladly go with thee.
7s. Pilgrim's Song. CENNICK.
HILDREN of the heav'nly King!. As ye journey, sweetly sing: Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways.
2 Ye are travelling home to God
In the way the fathers trod:
They are happy now-and ye
Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Fear not, brethren! joyful stand
On the borders of your land;
Jesus Christ, God's only Son,
Bids you undismay'd go on.
4 Lord, submissive may we go,
Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty:
Hold me with thy pow'rful hand:
Strong deliv'rer, strong deliv'rer,
Be thou still my strength, and shield.
2 Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healing streams do flow; Let the fiery cloudy pillar
Lead me all my journey through, Bread of heaven, bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
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