By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 THOU Son of God, whose flaming eyes
      Our inmost thoughts perceive,
      Accept the evening sacrifice
      Which now to thee we give.

      2 We bow before thy gracious throne,
      And think ourselves sincere;
      But show us, Lord, is every one
      Thy real worshipper?

      3 Is here a soul that knows thee not,
      Nor feels his want of thee?
      A stranger to the blood which bought
      His pardon on the tree?

      4 Convince him now of unbelief,
      His desperate state explain;
      And fill his heart with sacred grief,
      And penitential pain.

      5 Speak with that voice which wakes the dead,
      And bid the sleeper rise!
      And bid his guilty conscience dread
      The death that never dies.

      6 Extort the cry, "What must be done
      To save a wretch like me?
      How shall a trembling sinner shun
      That endless misery?

      7 "I must this instant now begin
      Out of my sleep to awake;
      And turn to God, and every sin
      Continually forsake:

      8 "I must for faith incessant cry,
      And wrestle, Lord, with thee:
      I must be born again, or die
      To all eternity."