Union Hymns; Adapted to Social Meetings and Family Worship

Union Hymns; Adapted to Social Meetings and Family Worship

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 edition. Excerpt: ...3 Yet how great his mercies are! Me he still delights to spare; Cries--" How shall I give thee up?" Lets the Jifted thunder drop. 4 Jesus, answer from above--Is not all thy nature love? Wilt thou not the wrong forget?--Lo, I fall before thy feet. 5 Now incline me to repent! Let me now my fall lament! Deeply my revolt deplore! Weep, believe, and sin no more. L. M..1.: SeTf.righteov.s Hopes renounced. NO more, my God--I boast no more Of all the duties I have done; I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain, I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes--and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake; Oh! may my soul be found in him, And of his righteousness partake. 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne, But faith can answer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done. 215 C.M. '. Pardon implored. PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at thy feet, A guilty rebel lies; And upwards, to thy mercy.seat, Presumes to lift his eyes. 2 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe, Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow. S But no such sacrifice I plead To expiate my guilt; No tears, but those which thou hast shed--No blood, but thou hast spilt. 4 I plead thy sorrows, dearest Lord; Do thou my sins forgive: Thy justice will approve the word That bids the sinner live. 216 L. M. 6 l. FATHER of mercies--God of love! Oh! hear a humble suppliant's cry; Bend from thy lofty seat above, Thy throne of glorious majesty: Oh! deign to hear my mournful voice, And bid my drooping heart rejoice. 2 I urge no merits of my own, No worth, to claim thy gracious smile: No--when I bow...show more

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  • Paperback | 62 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 127g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236495888
  • 9781236495884