By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 O THAT thou wouldst the heavens rent,
      In majesty come down;
      Stretch out thine arm omnipotent,
      And seize me for thine own!

      2 Descend, and let thy lightning burn
      The stubble of thy foe;
      My sins o'erturn, o'erturn, o'erturn,
      And make the mountains flow.

      3 Thou my impetuous spirit guide,
      And curb my headstrong will;
      Thou only canst drive back the tide,
      And bid the sun stand still.

      4 What though I cannot break my chain,
      Or e'er throw off my load?
      The things impossible to men
      Are possible to God.

      5 Is there a thing too hard for thee,
      Almighty Lord of all,
      Whose threatening looks dry up the sea,
      And make the mountains fall?

      6 Who, shall in thy presence stand,
      And match Omnipotence,
      Ungrasp the hold of thy right hand,
      Or pluck the sinner thence?

      7 Sworn to destroy, let earth assail;
      Nearer to save thou art,
      Stronger than all the powers of hell,
      And greater than my heart.

      8 Lo! to the hills I lift mine eye,
      Thy promised aid I claim;
      Father of mercies, glorify
      Thy favourite Jesu's name.

      9 Salvation in that name is found
      Balm of grief and care;
      A medicine for my every wound,
      All, all I want is there!