4 I see that mote within thine eye;
Why don't you pull it out?
The beam within his own is hid;
He has no fear nor doubt.
5 With pharisees this is the case,
There's not a single eye;
They have a beam, and yet how quick!
Their neighbour's mote they spy.
6 Just like old Simon in his day,
Where Jesus went to dinner;
Was he a prophet? he would know:
This woman was a sinner.
7 But Jesus has an eye to see
The very heart of man';
This sinner Jesus justifies,
The plarisee condemns.
8 O Simon, Simon, said our Lord,
I've something now to say;
Two men were qute deep in debt,
But nothing had to pay:
9 One debt was fifty pence, we read;
The other ten times more;
But neither had a mite to pay,
They both alike were poor.
10 The creditor forgave them both,
That both might have to tell,
If I'd been left to pay my debt,
I must have sunk to hell.
11 There's not one soul upon this earth
But is in such a case;
Their sins will sink them down to hell If not paid off by grace. 12 How many then will be deceiv'd, Who think they owe but little? Salvation thro' Christ's righteousness They care not for å tittle.
13 Altho' they're not so much in debt
As many sinners are,
Were Moses once to bring his bill,
They'd sink in sad despair.
14 Have patience with me, they exclaim,
And I will pay thee all;
"Tis thus with those who never felt
The ruins of the fall.
15 When God the Holy Spirit comes
With blessings from on high,
Ah! then the proudest sinners sink
Like Paul the sinner die.
16 He sees the law condemns him now,
Condemns him justly too;
He finds salvation all of grace,
Not for what man can do.
17 O wretched man! you'll hear him cry;
'Tis no uncommon case;
It is the cry of ev'ry soul
That's call'd by sov'reign grace.
18 Lord, teach me then to cry like Paul,
Like Paul may I obtain ;
There never was a crying soul
That cried to God in vain.
A Soul longing for the presence of Christ. I have waited for thy salvation, O Lord. Genesis xlix. 18. 10 God the Spirit, come to-day!
And drive my doubts and fears away;
I want to see thy face:
One smile from thee will make me sing;
O come, dear Jesus, on the wing,
And bless me with thy grace.
2 What can I do when Christ is gone?
I've nothing then to rest upon
When Jesus is away;
Then if I try to pray or praise,
My sluggish heart I cannot raise;
Alas! I cannot pray.
3 What can I do when left alone?
Why little more than sigh and groan,
And mourn my wretched case:
I would, I try; I groan, I sigh,
I sometimes pray, sometimes I cry,
For tokens of his grace.
4 O God the Comforter, come down,
And what I thought to be a frown,
O turn it to a smile:
Smile, Jesus, smile on my poor soul,
My raging malady control,
And pour in wine and oil.
5 Altho' mine is a desp'rate case,
What is too hard for mighty grace?
Whom cannot Jesus save?
Manasseh, Magdalene, and Paul,
He rais'd, poor sinners, from the fall,
Tho' lower than the grave.
6 And cannot Jesus rescue me,
And break my chains, and set me free,
And bid me go at large?
O make my barren heart to feel;
Come, mighty Spirit, set thy seal,
And sign my sweet discharge.
Great is the Mystery of Godliness; which is God
manifest in the Flesh. 1 Timothy iii. 16.
1 ALAS! my soul, consider well,
How was my soul redeem'd from hell?
What was the price redemption cost?
Christ shed his blood, or I'd been lost...
2 That Christ should leave his Father's throne,
Become a Man, for man atone;
That he who was the world's Creator,
Should live and die a Mediator;
3 That he should leave the world of glory;
My soul, attend the blessed story;
Christ cloath'd in flesh, expos'd to danger,
The God of heav'n laid in a manger.
4 That God, the giver of the law,
Was bound to keep without a flaw;
Ah! who that reads is not surpris'd;
The God-man Jesus circumcis'd.
5 And he by whom the world was made,
Behold him working at a trade;
Yes, he who binds his foes in chains,
Once suffer'd hunger, loss, and pains.
6 That He by whom all things were plan'd,
Should by his creatures be condemn'd;
That he who gave us life and breath,
Should be condemn'd and put to death;
7 That he who form'd the night and day,
Should in the dark sepulchre lay;
And had no where to lay his head;
The God-man number'd with the dead.
8 Before whom angels cast their crowns,
Behold Jehovah crown'd with thorns!
My soul, adore this mighty One;
Behold, it is Jehovah's Son.
9 How great then is mystery,
To see thy God upon the tree;
To bring about his Father's plan,
Jehovah stoops to be a Man.
10 To do the work that was agreed,
What was before all worlds decreed,
To take a body, bleed, and die;
Ah! why all this? oh! tell me why?
11 It was salvation to complete,
It was to save the chosen sheep,
It was to pay the law its due;
All this was done, my soul, for you.
Fear not, I am with thee. Isaiah xli. 10.
1 WHY am I distress'd when help is so near?
If God's word be true I have nothing to fear;
The sinner that's looking to Jesus for aid,
The Lord's word to that man is, Be not afraid.
2 Jehovah has said it, his word must be true;
He never will leave such a sinner as you,
Who look for salvation in no other name.
Than Jesus Jehovah, for ever the same.
3 Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasure To give you a richer, a far richer treasure
Than angels possess, tho' with harp or with lyre;
For poor redeem'd sinners sing a full octave higher.
4 Redemption! redemption! what notes will this raise,
And Christ the Redeemer will have all the praise,
Who once shed his blood on mount Calvary's tree,
To save such a poor worthless sinner as me.
5 Fear not, he once said to a poor sinking Peter;
He now says the same to the poor mourning seeker ;
Fear not, I am with thee; then be not afraid,
For Jesus will help thee, so be not dismay'd.
6 Fear not, thou worm Jacob, thou shan't be trod down;
Thou art a King's son, and an heir to a crown,
Thy title is good, for thy debts are all paid;
And he who has paid them will never upbraid.
7 'Tis Jesus thy Saviour who has done the deed,
To settle salvation Emmanuel bled;
Amazing transaction! how few that receive it;
There's none but the Lord's people believe it.
8 And they often stagger thro' sad unbelief,
And often get rob'd by that brazen-fac'd thief;
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