By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s.
      1 LORD, and is thine anger gone?
      And art thou pacified?
      After all that I have done,
      Dost thou no longer chide?
      Infinite thy mercies are,
      Beneath the weight I cannot move;
      O! 'tis more than I can bear,
      The sense of pardoning love.

      2 Let it still my heart constrain,
      And all my passions sway;
      Keep me, lest I turn again
      Out of the narrow way;
      Force my violence to be still,
      And captivate my every thought;
      Charm, and melt, and change my will,
      And bring me down to nought.

      3 If I have begun once more
      Thy sweet return to feel,
      If even now I find thy power
      Present my soul to heal,
      Still and quiet may I lie.
      Nor struggle out of thine embrace;
      Never more resist, or fly
      From thy pursuing grace.

      4 To the cross, thine altar, bind
      Me with the cords of love;
      Freedom let me never find
      From thee, my Lord, to move;
      That I never, never more
      May with my much-loved Master part,
      To the posts of mercy's door
      O nail my willing heart!

      5 See my utter helplessness,
      And leave me not alone;
      O preserve in perfect peace,
      And seal me for thine own;
      More and more thyself reveal,
      Thy presence let me always find;
      Comfort, and confirm, and heal
      My feeble, sin-sick mind.

      6 As the apple of an eye
      Thy weakest servant keep;
      Help me at thy feet to lie,
      And there for ever weep;
      Tears of joy mine eyes o'erflow,
      That I have any hope of heaven;
      Much of love I ought to know,
      For I have much forgiven.