1 Corinthians 16: To Christ a wretched stranger

To Christ a wretched stranger,
And long insensible,
My misery, sin, and danger,
I now with sorrow feel;
Void of Divine affection,
Accursed I still remain,
And dread extreme rejection,
Into eternal pain.

A conscious unbeliever,
Ah, whither shall I fly?
The death that lasts for ever
Worthy I am to die:
In bitterness of spirit
I own my crime abhorr'd,
Bought by His dying merit
I do not love my Lord.

Thou universal Lover
Of helpless misery,
Thou only didst discover
My want of love for Thee.

Corinthians xvi. 22—2 Corinthians iv. 7.
Yee eo NN Nr en
Thou, Lord, my wish inspirest
To know Thee as Thou art;
To be what Thou desirest,
To give Thee all my heart.

A token of Thy favour,
: My burden I receive;
My manifested Saviour,
Thou wilt Thy Spirit give.
My deeply-felt affliction
This unbelief remove,—
This load of malediction,
And bless me with Thy love.