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Man's Fallen State
469 — Original Sin.
469Original Sin.C.M.
1 BACKWARD with humble shame we look
On our original:
How is our nature dash'd and broke
In our first father's fall!
2 To all that's good, averse and blind,
But prone to all that's ill,
What dreadful darkness veils our mind!
How obstinate our will!
3 Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?
4 What mortal power from things unclean
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring?
5 Yet, mighty God, Thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death and sin.
6 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first,
Hosanna to the sovereign power
That new creates our dust!
Isaac Watts, 1709
—Our Own Hymn-Book
470 — The Distemper and Madness of Sin.
470The Distemper and Madness of Sin.C.M.
1 SIN, like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;
The only balm is sovereign grace,
And the physician God.
2 Our beauty and our strength are fled,
And we draw near to death;
But Christ the Lord recalls the dead
With His almighty breath.
3 Madness by nature reigns within,
The passions burn and rage;
Till God's own Son, with skill divine,
The inward fire assuage.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
471 — Need of the Atonement.
471Need of the Atonement.C.M.
1 HOW is our nature spoil'd with sin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found
The way to make the conscience clean,
Or heal the painful wound.
2 In vain we seek for peace with God
By methods of our own;
Jesus, there's nothing but Thy blood
Can bring us near the throne.
3 The threatenings of Thy broken law
Impress our souls with dread;
If God His sword of vengeance draw,
It strikes our spirits dead.
4 But Thine illustrious sacrifice
Hath answer'd these demands;
And peace and pardon from the skies
Come down by Jesus' hands.
5 Here all the ancient types agree,
The altar and the Lamb;
And prophets in their visions see
Salvation through His name.
6 'Tis by Thy death, we live, O Lord;
'Tis on Thy cross we rest;
For ever be Thy love adored,
Thy name for ever bless'd.
Isaac Watts, 1721.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
472 — Our Unconverted State.
472Our Unconverted State.C.M.
1 GREAT King of glory and of grace,
We own, with humble shame,
How vile is our degenerate race,
And our first father's name.
2 From Adam flows our tainted blood,
The poison reigns within,
Makes us averse to all that's good,
And willing slaves to sin.
3 Daily we break Thy holy laws,
And then reject Thy grace;
Engaged in the old serpent's cause
Against our Maker's face.
4 We live estranged afar from God,
And love the distance well;
With haste we run the dangerous road
That leads to death and hell.
5 And can such rebels be restored,
Such natures made divine?
Let sinners see Thy glory, Lord,
And feel this power of Thine.
6 We raise our Father's name on high,
Who His own Spirit sends
To bring rebellious strangers nigh,
And turn His foes to friends.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
473 — Mourning over Transgressors.
473Mourning over Transgressors.L.M.
1 ARISE, my tenderest thoughts, arise,
To torrents melt my streaming eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel
Those evils which thou canst not heal
2 See human nature sunk in shame;
See scandals pour'd on Jesu's name;
The Father wounded through the Son:
The world abused, and souls undone.
3 See the short course of vain delight
Closing in everlasting night:
In flames that no abatement know,
Though briny tears for ever flow.
4 My God, I feel the mournful scene;
My bowels yearn o'er dying men;
And fain my pity would reclaim,
And snatch the firebrands from the flame.
5 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves;
Thy own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.
Philip Doddridge, 1755.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
474 — Faith in Christ for cleansing.
474Faith in Christ for cleansing.C.M.
1 HOW sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains I
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.
3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
Oh! help my unbelief.
4 To the dear fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King!
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On Thy kind arms I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus and my all.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
475 — The whole head is Sick.
475The whole head is Sick.C.M.
1 PHYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul,
To Thee I bring my case;
My raging malady control,
And heal me by Thy grace.
2 Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine;
For never can I hope a cure
From any hand but Thine.
3 I would disclose my whole complaint,
But where shall I begin?
No words of mine can fully paint
That worst distemper, sin.
4 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread;
A burning fever in my heart,
a palsy in my head.
5 Lord, I am sick, regard my cry,
And set my spirit free:
Say, canst Thou let a sinner die,
Who longs to live to Thee?
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
476 — Jesus delivering the lost Ones.
476Jesus delivering the lost Ones.L.M.
1 BURIED in shadows of the night
We lie, till Christ restores the light;
Wisdom descends to heal the blind,
And chase the darkness of the mind.
2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears
Till His atoning blood appears;
Then we awake from deep distress,
And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness.
3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin,
His Spirit makes our natures clean;
Such virtues from His sufferings flow,
At once to cleanse and pardon too.
4 Poor helpless worms in Thee possess
Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness;
Thou art our Mighty All, and we
Give our whole selves, O Lord, to Thee.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
477 — Distinguishing Love to Man.
477Distinguishing Love to Man.C.M.
1 DOWN headlong from their native skies
The rebel angels fell,
And thunderbolts of flaming wrath
Pursued them deep to hell.
2 Down from the top of earthly bliss
Rebellious man was hurl'd;
And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave
To reach a sinking world.
3 Oh love of infinite degree!
Immeasurable grace!
Must heaven's eternal darling die,
To save & traitorous race?
4 Must angels sink for ever down,
And burn in quenchless fire,
While God forsakes His shining throne
To raise us wretches higher?
5 Oh for this love let earth and skies
With hallelujahs ring,
And the full choir of human tongues
All hallelujahs sing.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
The Holy Scriptures
478 — Most excellent.
478Most excellent.C.M.
1 LADEN with guilt and full of fears,
I fly to Thee, my Lord,
And not a glimpse of hope appears
But in Thy written Word.
2 The volume of my Father's grace
Does all my griefs assuage;
Here I behold my Saviour's face
Almost in every page.
3 This is the field where hidden lies
The pearl of price unknown,
That merchant is divinely wise
Who makes the pearl his own.
4 Here consecrated water flows,
To quench my thirst of sin,
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
No danger dwells therein.
5 This is the judge that ends the strife,
Where wit and reason fail,
My guide to everlasting life
Through all this gloomy vale.
6 Oh may Thy counsels, mighty God,
My roving feet command,
Nor I forsake the happy road
That leads to Thy right hand.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
479 — The Bible, the Light of the World.
479The Bible, the Light of the World.C.M.
1 A GLORY gilds the sacred page,
Majestic, like the sun:
It gives a light to every age;
It gives, but borrows none.
2 The hand that gave it still supplies
The gracious light and heat;
Its truths upon the nations rise;
They rise, but never set.
3 Let everlasting thanks be Thine
For such a bright display,
As makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heavenly day.
4 My soul rejoices to pursue
The steps of Him I love,
Till glory breaks upon my view
In brighter worlds above!
William Cowper, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
480 — The Guide of Youth.
480The Guide of Youth.C.M.
1 HOW shall the young secure their hearts,
And guard their lives from sin?
Thy Word the choicest rules imparts
To keep the conscience clean.
2 When once it enters to the mind,
It spreads such light abroad,
The meanest souls instruction find,
And raise their thoughts to God.
3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,
That guides us all the day;
And through the dangers of the night,
A lamp to lead our way.
4 The men that keep Thy law with care,
And meditate Thy word,
Grow wiser than their teachers are,
And better know the Lord.
5 Thy precepts make me truly wise;
I hate the sinner's road;
I hate mine own vain thoughts that rise
But love Thy law, my God.
6 Thy Word is everlasting truth;
How pure is every page!
That holy Book shall guide our youth,
And well support our age.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
481 — Our Heritage.
481Our Heritage.C.M.
1 LORD, I have made Thy word my choice
My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
2 I'll read the histories of Thy love,
And keep Thy laws in sight,
While through the promises I rove
With ever fresh delight.
3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
4 The best relief that mourners have;
It makes our sorrows blest;
Our fairest hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
482 — Heavenly Teaching.
482Heavenly Teaching.C.M.
1 FATHER of mercies, in Thy Word
What endless glory shines!
For ever be Thy name adored
For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want
Exhaustless riches find;
Riches, above what earth can grant,
And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
And yields a free repast;
Sublimer sweets than nature knows,
Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys,
Attend the blissful sound.
5 Oh may these heavenly pages be
My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
And still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be Thou for ever near:
Teach me to love Thy sacred Word,
And view my Saviour there.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Excellence of the Gospel
483 — The different Success of the Gospel.
483The different Success of the Gospel.C.M.
1 CHRIST and His cross is all our theme;
The mysteries that we speak
Are scandal in the Jew's esteem,
And folly to the Greek.
2 But souls enlighten'd from above
With joy receive the Word;
They see what wisdom, power, and love,
Shine in their dying Lord.
3 The vital savour of His name
Restores their fainting breath;
But unbelief perverts the same
To guilt, despair, and death.
4 Till God diffuse His graces down,
Like showers of heavenly rain.
In vain Apollos sows the ground,
And Paul may plant in vain.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
484 — Power of the Gospel.
484Power of the Gospel.L.M.
1 THIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above;
Jehovah here resolves to show
What His almighty grace can do.
2 This remedy did wisdom find
To heal diseases of the mind;
This sovereign balm, whose virtues can
Restore the ruin'd creature, man.
3 The gospel bids the dead revive,
Sinners obey the voice, and live;
Dry bones are raised, and clothed afresh,
And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh.
4 Lions and beasts of savage name
Put on the nature of the lamb;
While the wide world esteem it strange,
Gaze and admire, and hate the change.
5 May but this grace my soul renew,
Let sinners gaze, and hate me too;
The word that saves me does engage
A sure defence from all their rage.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
485 — Blessedness of Gospel Times.
485Blessedness of Gospel Times.S.M.
1 HOW beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion's hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
2 How charming is their voice!
How sweet their tidings are!
"Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here."
3 How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found.
4 How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
5 The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
6 The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
486 — Excellence of the Gospel.
486Excellence of the Gospel.L.M.
1 LET everlasting glories crown
Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord,
Thy hands have brought salvation down,
And writ the blessings in Thy Word,
2 What if we trace the globe around,
And search from Britain to Japan,
There shall be no religion found
So just to God, so safe for man.
3 In vain the trembling conscience seeks
Some solid ground to rest upon;
With long despair the spirit breaks,
Till we apply to Christ alone.
4 How well Thy blessed truths agree!
How wise and holy Thy commands!
Thy promises, how firm they be!
How firm our hope and comfort stands!
5 Should all the forms that men devise
Assault my faith with treacherous art,
I'd call them vanity and lies,
And bind the gospel to my heart.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
Gospel Invitations
487 — The Jubilee Trumpet.
487The Jubilee Trumpet.148th.
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow,
The gladly solemn sound;
Let all the nations know,
To earth's remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
2 Extol the Lamb of God.
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in His blood
Throughout the world proclaim:
The year, &c.
3 Ye who have sold for nought
The heritage above,
Receive it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The year, &c.
4 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live:
The year, &c.
5 Ye bankrupt debtors know
The sovereign grace of heaven;
Though sums immense ye owe,
A free discharge is given:
The year, &c.
6 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heavenly grace;
And, saved from earth, appear
Before your Saviour's face:
The year, &c.
7 Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest;
Ye mournful souls be glad!
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
Charles Wesley, 1750.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
488 — Mercy's Invitation.
488Mercy's Invitation.C.M.
1 LET every mortal ear attend,
And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, all ye hungry, starring souls,
That feed upon the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind;
3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.
4 Ho, ye that pant for living streams,
And pine away and die,
Here you may quench your raging thirst
With springs that never dry.
5 Rivers of love and mercy here
In a rich ocean join;
Salvation in abundance flows,
Like floods of milk and wine.
6 Come, naked, and adorn your souls
In robes prepared by God,
Wrought by the labours of His Son,
And dyed in His own blood.
7 Great God, the treasures of Thy love
Are everlasting mines,
Deep as our helpless miseries are,
And boundless as our sins.
8 The happy gates of gospel grace
Stand open night and day,
Lord, we are come to seek supplies,
And drive our wants away.
Isaac Watts, 1706.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
489 — Promises of Grace.
489Promises of Grace.C.M.
1 IN vain we lavish out our lives
To gather empty wind,
The choicest blessings earth can yield
Will starve a hungry mind.
2 Come, and the Lord shall feed our souls
With more substantial meat,
With such as saints in glory love,
With such as angels eat.
3 Come, and He'll cleanse our spotted souls,
And wash away our stains,
In the dear fountain that His Son
Pour'd from His dying veins.
4 Our guilt shall vanish all away,
Though black as hell before,
Our sins shall sink beneath the sea,
And shall be found no more.
5 And lest pollution should o'erspread
Our inward powers again,
His Spirit shall bedew our souls,
Like purifying rain.
6 Our heart, that flinty, stubborn thing,
That terrors cannot more,
That fears no threatenings of His wrath,
Shall be dissolved by love:
7 Or He can take the flint away
That would not be refined;
And from the treasures of His grace
Bestow a softer mind.
8 There shall His sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave His law;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.
9 Thus will He pour salvation down,
And we shall render praise,
We the dear people of His love,
And He our God of grace.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
490 — "Yet there is room."
490"Yet there is room."148th.
1 YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you:
Ye perishing and guilty, come,
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.
2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excuses frame:
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame:
All things are ready, sinner, come,
For every trembling soul there's room.
3 Believe the heavenly word
His messengers proclaim;
He is a gracious Lord,
And faithful is His name:
Backsliding souls, return and come;
Cast off despair, there yet is room.
4 Compell'd by bleeding love,
Ye wandering sheep draw near;
Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
Let whosoever will now come,
In mercy's breast there still is room.
James Boden, 1777.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
491 — "I am Alpha and Omega."
491"I am Alpha and Omega."C.M.
1 OH what amazing words of grace
Are in the gospel found!
Suited to every sinner's case
Who knows the joyful sound.
2 Here Jesus calls, and He's a true,
A kind, a faithful friend;
He's "Alpha and Omega, too,
Beginning and the end."
3 Come, then, with all your wants and wounds.
Your every burden bring;
Here love, eternal love abounds,
A deep celestial spring.
4 "Whoever wills"—oh gracious word!
"Shall of this stream partake;"
Come, thirsty souls, and bless the Lord,
And drink for Jesus' sake.
5 This spring with living water flows,
And living joy imparts;
Come, thirsty souls, your wants disclose,
And drink with thankful hearts.
6 To sinners poor, like me and you,
He saith He'll "freely give;"
Come, thirsty souls, and prove it true;
Drink, and for ever live.
Samuel Medley, 1789.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
492 — Come and welcome.
492Come and welcome.8.7.4.
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join'd with power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Come, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger
Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:
This He gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him,
Hear Him cry before He dies,
"It is finish'd!"
Sinner, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name!
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
Joseph Hart, 1759, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
493 — Come to Jesus.
493Come to Jesus.8.7.4.
1 COME, ye souls by sin afflicted,
Bow'd with fruitless sorrow down;
By the broken law convicted,
Through the cross behold the crown.
Look to Jesus—
Mercy flows through Him alone.
2 Take His easy yoke and wear it,
Love will make obedience sweet;
Christ will give you strength to bear it,
While His wisdom guides your feet
Safe to glory,
Where His ransom'd captives meet.
3 Blessed are the eyes that see Him;
Blest the ears that hear His voice:
Blessed are the souls that trust Him,
And in Him alone rejoice;
His commandments
Then become their happy choice.
Joseph Swain, 1792.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
494 — "Now is the accepted Time."
494"Now is the accepted Time."C.M.
1 COME, guilty souls, and flee away
Like doves to Jesu's wounds;
This is the welcome gospel-day
Wherein free grace abounds.
2 God loved the church, and gave His Son
To drink the cup of wrath:
And Jesus says, He'll cast out none
That come to Him by faith.
Joseph Humphreys, 1743.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
495 — Jesus invites.
495Jesus invites.L.M.
1 COME hither, all ye weary souls,
Ye heavy laden sinners, come;
I'll give you rest from all your toils,
And raise you to My heavenly home.
2 "They shall find rest that learn of Me,
I'm of a meek and lowly mind;
But passion rages like a sea,
And pride is restless as the wind.
3 "Bless'd is the man whose shoulders take
My yoke, and bear it with delight;
My yoke is easy to his neck,
My grace shall make the burden light."
4 Jesus, we come at Thy command;
With faith, and hope, and humble zeal
Resign our spirits to Thy hand,
To mould and guide us at Thy will.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
496 — The Saviour calls.
496The Saviour calls.C.M.
1 THE Saviour calls, let every ear
Attend the heavenly sound;
Ye doubting souls dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.
2 For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life and health and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.
3 Ye sinners come; 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly joys;
And can you yet delay?
4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,
To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy love imparts,
And drink, and never die.
Anne Steele, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
497 — Come unto me."
497Come unto me."8.7.4.
1 HARK! the voice of Jesus calling,
"Come, thou laden, come to Me;
I have rest and peace to offer;
Rest, poor labouring one, for thee;
Take salvation,
Take it now, and happy be."
2 Yes, though high in heavenly glory,
Still the Saviour calls to thee;
Faith can hear His gracious accents—
"Come, thou laden, come to Me;
Take salvation,
Take it now, and happy be."
3 Soon that voice will cease its calling,
Now it speaks, and speaks to thee;
Sinner, heed the gracious message,
To the blood for refuge flee;
Take salvation,
Take it now, and happy be.
4 Life is found alone in Jesus,
Only there 'tis offered thee—
Offer'd without price or money,
'Tis the gift of God sent free;
Take salvation,
Take it now, and happy be.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
498 — Seeking souls encouraged.
498Seeking souls encouraged.7.6.
1 SINNER, hear the Saviour's call,
He now is passing by;
He has seen thy grievous thrall,
And heard thy mournful cry.
He has pardons to impart,
And grace to save from fears:
See the love that fills his heart,
And wipe away thy tears.
2 Why art thou afraid to come,
And tell Him all thy case?
He will not pronounce thy doom,
Nor frown Thee from His face.
Wilt thou fear Immanuel?
Or dread the Lamb of God,
Who, to save thy soul from hell,
Has shed His precious blood?
3 Raise thy downcast eyes and see
What throngs His throne surround!
These, though sinners once like thee,
Have full salvation found,
Yield not then to unbelief;
He says, "There yet is room:"
Though of sinners thou art chief,
Since Jesus calls thee, come.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
499 — "Seek, and ye shall find."
499"Seek, and ye shall find."7s.
1 COME, poor sinner, come and see,
All thy strength is found in Me;
I am waiting to be kind,
To relieve thy troubled mind.
2 Dost thou feel thy sins a pain?
Look to Me and ease obtain:
All My fulness thou mayst share,
And be always welcome there.
3 Boldly come; why dost thou fear?
I possess a gracious ear;
I will never tell thee nay,
While thou hast a heart to pray.
4 Try the freeness of My grace,
Sure, 'twill suit thy trying case,
Mourning souls will ne'er complain,
Having sought My face in vain.
5 Knock, and cast all doubt behind,
Seek, and thou shalt surely find;
Ask, and I will give thee peace,
And thy confidence increase.
6 Will not this encourage thee,
Vile and poor, to come to Me?
Sure thou canst not doubt My will!
Come and welcome, sinner, still.
Hewett, 1850.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
500 — The Gospel Feast.
500The Gospel Feast.C.M.
1 COME, sinner, to the gospel feast;
Oh come without delay;
For there is room in Jesu's breast
For all who will obey.
2 There's room in God's eternal love
To save thy precious soul;
Room in the spirit's grace above,
To heal, and make thee whole.
3 There's room within the church redeem'd
With blood of Christ divine,
Room in the white-robed throng convened,
For that dear soul of thine.
4 There's room in heaven among the choir,
And harps and crowns of gold,
And glorious palms of victory there,
And joys that ne'er were told.
5 There's room around thy Father's board
For thee and thousands more:
Oh, come and welcome to the Lord;
Yea, come this very hour.
Baptist Psalmist, 1843.
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501 — "Come to the Ark."
501"Come to the Ark."C.M.
1 COME to the ark, come to the ark,
To Jesus come away:
The pestilence walks forth by night,
The arrow flies by day.
2 Come to the ark: the waters rise,
The seas their billows rear;
While darkness gathers o'er the skies,
Behold a refuge near.
3 Come to the ark, all, all that weep
Beneath the sense of sin:
Without, deep calleth unto deep;
But all is peace within.
4 Come to the ark, ere yet the flood
Your lingering steps oppose:
Come, for the door which open stood
Is now about to close.
John Coleman's Coll., 1846.
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502 — Come Now.
502Come Now.8.7.
1 COME, poor sinners, come to Jesus,
Weary, heavy laden, weak;
None but Jesus Christ can ease us,
Come ye all, His mercy seek.
2 "Come," it is His invitation;
"Come to Me," the Saviour says,
Why, oh why such hesitation,
Gloomy doubts, and base delays?
3 Do you fear your own unfitness,
Burden'd as you are with sin?
'Tis the Holy Spirit's witness;
Christ invites you—enter in.
4 Do your sins and your distresses
'Gainst this sacred record plead?
Know that Christ most kindly blesses
Those who feel the most their need.
5 Hear His words, so true and cheering,
Fitted just for the distress'd;
Dwell upon the sound endearing;
"Mourners, I will give you rest."
6 Stay not pondering on your sorrow,
Turn from your own self away:
Do not linger till to-morrow,
Come to Christ without delay.
William Freeman Lloyd, 1835.
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503 — All ye who seek a sure Relief.
503All ye who seek a sure Relief.C.M., Double.
1 ALL ye who seek a sure relief
In trouble or distress,
Whatever sorrow vex the mind,
Or guilt the soul oppress;
Jesus, who gave Himself for us
Upon the cross to die,
Unfolds to us His sacred heart;
Oh to that heart draw nigh.
2 Ye hear how kindly He invites,
Ye hear His words so blest:
"All ye that labour, come to Me,
And I will give you rest."
O Jesu, joy of saints on high;
Thou hope of sinners here;
Attracted by these loving words,
To Thee I lift my prayer.
3 Wash Thou my wounds in that dear blood
Which forth from Thee did flow;
New grace, new hope inspire; a new
And better life bestow.
Praise Him who with the Father sits
Enthroned upon the skies;
Whose blood redeems our souls from guilt,
Whose Spirit sanctifies.
Edward Caswall, 1849.
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504 — "All Things are ready."
504"All Things are ready."S.M.
1 "ALL things are ready," Come,
Come to the supper spread;
Come, rich and poor, come, old and young,
Come, and be richly fed.
2 "All things are ready," Come,
The invitation's given.
Through Him who now in glory sits
At God's right hand in heaven.
3 "All things are ready," Come,
The door is open wide;
Oh feast upon the love of God,
For Christ, His Son, has died.
4 "All things are ready," Come,
All hindrance is removed;
And God, in Christ, His precious love,
To fallen man has proved.
5 "All things are ready," Come,
To-morrow may not be;
O sinner, come, the Saviour waits,
This hour to welcome thee!
Albert Midlane,1832.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
505 — None that come cast out.
505None that come cast out.L.M.
1 HARK! 'tis the Saviour's voice I hear,
Come, trembling soul, dispel thy fear;
He saith, and who His word can doubt?
He will in no wise cast you out.
2 Doth Satan fill you with dismay,
And tell you Christ will cast away;
It is a truth, why should you doubt?
He will in no wise cast you out.
3 Approach your God, make no delay,
He waits to welcome you to-day;
His mercy try, no longer doubt,
He will in no wise cast you out.
4 Lord, at Thy call, behold! I come,
A guilty soul, lost and undone:
On Thy rich blood I now rely,
Oh, pass my vile transgressions by.
Samuel F. Smith, 1850.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
506 — Look unto Him.
506Look unto Him.8.7.
1 SEE the blessed Saviour dying
On the cross for ruin'd man;
There the willing spotless victim,
Working out redemption's plan;
Listen to His loving accents,
"Father, oh forgive!" He cries:
Hark, again He speaks, "'Tis finish'd,"
Ere He bows His head and dies.
2 With this cruel death before Him,
Every insult, pang, foreseen,
Nought could move Him from His purpose,
No dismay could intervene;
Yea, and through the contradiction,
Nothing could His calmness move;
Oh the wondrous depths eternal,
Of His own almighty love.
3 Love which made Him, "Prince of Glory,"
Come to die, the "Sinner's Friend,"
Love beyond the reach of mortals'
Deepest thoughts to comprehend.
Sinner, make this love thy portion,
Slight not love so vast and free;
Still unblest, if unforgiven,
Come, the Saviour calleth thee.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
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507 — Come and see.
507Come and see.7s.
1 SINNERS! come, the Saviour see,
Hands, feet, side, and temples view;
See Him bleeding on the tree,
See His heart on fire for you!
2 View awhile, then haste away,
Find a thousand more, and say:
Come, ye sinners! come with me,
View Him bleeding on the tree.
3 Who would still such mercy grieve?
Sinners! hear instruction mild,
Doubt no more, but now believe,
Each become a simple child;
4 Artful doubts and reasonings be
Nail'd with Jesus to the tree:
Mourning souls, who simple are,
Surely shall the blessing share.
Nicholas Louis Zinzendorf, 1736.
tr. by Charles Kinchin, 1742.
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508 — Come and Welcome.
508Come and Welcome.7s., 6 lines.
1 FROM the cross uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigns to die,
What melodious sounds I hear,
Bursting on my ravish'd car!
Love's redeeming work is done;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
2 Sprinkled now with blood the throne,
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On my pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid.
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son;
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
3 Spread for thee the festal board
See with richest dainties stored;
To thy Father's bosom press'd,
Yet again a child confess'd,
Never from His house to roam,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
4 Soon the days of life shall end;
Lo, I come, your Saviour, Friend,
Safe your spirit to convey
To the realms of endless day.
Up to My eternal home,
Come and welcome, sinner, come.
Thomas Haweis, 1792.
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509 — Come and Welcome.
509Come and Welcome.8.7.4.
1 COME, and welcome, to the Saviour,
He in mercy bids thee come:
Come, be happy in His favour,
Longer from Him do not roam;
Come, and welcome,
Come to Jesus, sinner, come!
2 Come, and welcome; start for glory,
Leave the wretched world behind:
Christ will spread His banner o'er thee,
Thou in Him a friend shalt find;
Come, and welcome,
To a Saviour good and kind.
3 Come, and welcome: do not linger,
Make thy happy choice to-day;
True thou art a wretched sinner,
But He'll wash thy sins away:
Come, and welcome,
Time admits of no delay.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
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510 — Take the Peace the Gospel brings.
510Take the Peace the Gospel brings.7s.
1 YE that in His courts are found,
Listening to the joyful sound,
Lost and helpless as ye are,
Sons of sorrow, sin, and care;
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
2 Turn to Christ your longing eyes,
View His bloody sacrifice:
See in Him your sins forgiven;
Pardon, holiness, and heaven;
Glorify the King of kings,
Take the peace the gospel brings.
Rowland Hill, 1774.
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511 — Wanderers invited.
511Wanderers invited.7s., 6 lines.
1 WEARY souls, who wander wide
From the central point of bliss,
Turn to Jesus crucified,
Fly to those dear wounds of His:
Sink into the purple flood,
Rise into the life of God.
2 Find in Christ the way of peace,
Peace, unspeakable, unknown;
By His pain He gives you ease,
Life by His expiring groan:
Rise, exalted by His fall;
Find in Christ your all in all.
3 Oh believe the record true,
God to you His Son has given:
Ye may now be happy too,
Find on earth the life of heaven:
Live the life of heaven above,
All the life of glorious love.
Charles Wesley, 1747.
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512 — Mercy calls.
512Mercy calls.8.7., Double.
1 'TIS the voice of mercy calls thee,
Wanderer from the Father's home,
'Tis not God, in voice of thunder,
'Tis a Father calls thee, "Come;"
Yea, His loving heart still waiteth,
And canst thou refuse Him still?
Nay, with contrite heart relenting,
Say, "Arise and come, I will."
2 Come, in all thy filthy garments,
Tarry not to cleanse or mend;
Come, in all thy destitution,
As thou art, and He'll befriend,
By the tempter's vain allurements,
Be no longer thou beguiled:
God the Father waits to own thee
As His dear adopted child.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
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513 — Grace abounding.
513Grace abounding.8.7.4.
1 SCRIPTURE says, "Where sin abounded
There did grace much more abound:"
Thus has Satan been confounded,
And his own discomfit found,
Christ has triumph'd!
Spread the glorious news around.
2 Sin is strong, but grace is stronger;
Christ than Satan more supreme;
Yield, oh, yield to sin no longer,
Turn to Jesus, yield to Him—
He has triumph'd!
Sinners, henceforth Him esteem.
Albert Midlane. 1865.
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514 — The Successful Resolve.
514The Successful Resolve.C.M.
1 COME, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd,
And make this last resolve:
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone,
Without His sovereign grace.
4 "I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose sceptre pardon gives;
Perhaps He may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
5 "Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
6 "I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away,
I know I must for ever die.
7 "But if I die with mercy sought,
When I the King have tried,
This were to die (delightful thought!)
As sinner never died."
Edmund Jones, 1787.
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Gospel Expostulations
515 — The Stranger at the Door.
515The Stranger at the Door.L.M.
1 BEHOLD! a stranger's at the door!
He gently knocks, has knock'd before;
Has waited long; is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.
2 But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will; the very friend you need:
The Man of Nazareth, 'tis He,
With garments dyed at Calvary.
3 Oh lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands:
Oh matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes!
4 Rise touch'd with gratitude divine,
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That hateful, hell-born monster sin,
And let the heavenly stranger in.
5 Admit Him, ere His anger burn,
His feet depart, and ne'er return:
Admit Him, or the hour's at hand
When at His door denied you'll stand:
6 Admit Him, for the human breast
Ne'er entertain'd so kind a guest:
Admit Him, for you can't expel;
Where'er He comes, He comes to dwell
7 Yet know (nor of the terms complain)
Where Jesus comes, He comes to reign;
To reign, and with no partial sway;
Thoughts must be slain that disobey.
8 Sovereign of souls! Thou Prince of Peace,
Oh may Thy gentle reign increase:
Throw wide the door each willing mind;
And be His empire all mankind.
Joseph Grigg, 1765.
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516 — Despising the Riches of Goodness.
516Despising the Riches of Goodness.S.M.
1 AND canst thou, sinner, slight
The call of love divine?
Shall God with tenderness invite,
And gain no thought of thine?
2 Wilt thou not cease to grieve
The Spirit from thy breast,
Till He thy wretched soul shall leave,
With all thy sins oppress'd?
3 To-day, a pardoning God
Will hear the suppliant pray;
To-day, a Saviour's cleansing blood
Will wash thy guilt away.
4 But, grace so dearly bought
If yet thou wilt despise,
Thy fearful doom with vengeance fraught,
Will fill thee with surprise.
Ann Beadley Hyde, 1825.
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517 — Holy Meetings.
517Holy Meetings.7s., 6 lines.
1 HEART of stone, relent, relent;
Break, by Jesu's cross subdued!
See His body, mangled, rent,
Cover'd with a gore of blood;
Sinful soul, what hast thou done?
Crucified God's only Son!
2 Yes, thy sins have done the deed,
Driven the nails that fix'd Him there,
Crown'd with thorns His sacred head,
Plunged into His side the spear,
Made His soul a sacrifice,
While for sinful man He dies!
3 Can I put my Lord to pain?
Still to death my Lord pursue?
Open all His wounds again?
And the shameful cross renew?
No, with all my sins I'll part;
Break, oh break my bleeding heart.
Charles Wesley, 1745, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
518 — Hear and Live.
518Hear and Live.8.7.4.
1 SINNERS, will you scorn the message
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence, oh, how tender!
Every line is full of love:
Listen to it;
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the gospel
News from Zion's King proclaim:
"Pardon to each rebel sinner;
Free forgiveness in His name:"
How important!
"Free forgiveness in His name."
3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears:
Tender heralds!
Chase away the falling tears.
4 Who hath our report believed?
Who received the joyful word?
Who embraced the news of pardon
Spoken to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it?
Spoken to you by the Lord.
5 O ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way;
Haste ye to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners,
Glad the message will obey.
Jonathan Allen, 1801, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
519 — The Gospel Message.
519The Gospel Message.8.7.4.
1 SINNERS, you are now addressed
In the name of Christ our Lord;
He hath sent a message to you,
Pay attention to His word;
He hath sent it,
Pay attention to His word.
2 Think what you have all been doing,
Think what rebels you have been;
You have spent your lives in nothing
But in adding sin to sin:
All your actions
One continued scene of sin.
3 Yet your long-abused Sovereign
Sends to you a message mild,
Loth to execute His vengeance,
Prays you to be reconciled:
Hear Him woo you—
Sinners, now be reconciled.
4 Pardon now is freely publish'd
Through the Mediator's blood;
Who hath died to make atonement
And appease the wrath of God!
Wondrous mercy!
See it flows through Jesus' blood!
5 In His name, you are entreated
To accept this act of grace;
This the day of your acceptance,
Listen to the terms of peace:
Oh delay not,
Listen to the terms of peace.
6 Having, thus, then, heard the message,
All with heavenly mercy fraught;
Go, and tell the gracious Jesus
If you will be saved or not:
Say, poor sinner,
Will you now be saved or not?
John Fountain.1800.
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520 — Hasten, Sinner.
520Hasten, Sinner.73.
1 HASTEN, sinner, to be wise,
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Longer wisdom you despise,
Harder is she to be won.
2 Hasten mercy to implore,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy season should be o'er
Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Hasten, sinner, to return,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest,
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest
Ere the morrow is begun.
5 Lord, do Thou the sinner turn!
Rouse him from his senseless state;
Let him not Thy counsel spurn,
Rue his fatal choice too late!
Thomas Scott, 1773.
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521 — Return, O Wanderer.
521Return, O Wanderer.73.
1 RETURN, O wanderer! return!
And seek an injured Father's face:
Those warm desires that in thee burn
Were kindled by reclaiming grace.
2 Return, O wanderer! return!
And seek a Father's melting heart,
Whose pitying eyes thy grief discern,
Whose hand can heal thine inward smart.
3 Return, O wanderer! return!
He heard thy deep repentant sigh!
He saw thy soften'd spirit mourn,
When no intruding ear was nigh.
4 Return, O wanderer! return!
Thy Saviour bids thy spirit live;
Go to His bleeding feet, and learn
How freely Jesus can forgive.
5 Return, O wanderer! return!
And wipe away the falling tear;
'Tis God who says, "No longer mourn,"
'Tis mercy's voice invites thee near.
6 Return, O wanderer! return!
Regain thy lost, lamented rest;
Jehovah's melting bowels yearn
To clasp His Ephraim to His breast.
William Bengo Collyer, 1812.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
522 — Return, O Wanderer.
522Return, O Wanderer.P.M.
1 RETURN, O wanderer, to thy home,
Thy Father calls for thee;
No longer now an exile roam
In guilt and misery;
Return, return.
2 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
'Tis Jesus calls for thee:
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;
Oh now for refuge flee;
Return, return.
3 Return, O wanderer, to thy home,
'Tis madness to delay;
There are no pardons in the tomb,
And brief is mercy's day.
Return, return.
Thomas Hastings, 1834.
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523 — The Day of Grace.
523The Day of Grace.S.M.
1 YE sinners, fear the Lord,
While yet 'tis call'd to-day:
Soon will the awful voice of death
Command your souls away.
2 Soon will the harvest close,
The summer soon be o'er;
Oh sinners, then your injured God
Will heed your cries no more.
3 Then while 'tis call'd to-day,
Oh hear the gospel sound;
Come, sinner, haste, oh haste away
While pardon may be found.
Timothy Dwight, 1800, a
—Our Own Hymn-Book
524 — What Hope have you?
524What Hope have you?7s.
1 SINNER, what hast thou to show
Like the joys believers know?
Is thy path of fading flowers,
Half so bright, so sweet, as ours?
2 Doth a skilful healing friend,
On thy daily path attend,
And where thorns and stings abound,
Shed a balm on every wound?
3 When the tempests roar on high,
Hast thou still a refuge nigh?
Can, oh can thy dying breath
Summon one more strong than death
4 Canst thou, in that awful day,
Fearless tread the gloomy way,
Plead a glorious ransom given,
Burst from earth and soar to heaven?
Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna, 1829, a.
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525 — "Prepare to meet thy God."
525"Prepare to meet thy God."7s.
1 SINNER, art thou still secure?
Wilt thou still refuse to pray?
Can thy heart or hands endure
In the Lord's avenging day?
See, His mighty arm is bared!
Awful terrors clothe His brow!
For His judgment stand prepared,
Thou must either break or bow.
2 At His presence nature shakes,
Earth affrighted hastes to flee,
Solid mountains melt like wax
What will then become of thee?
Who His advent may abide?
You that glory in your shame,
Will you find a place to hide
When the world is wrapt in flame?
3 Then the rich, the great, the wise.
Trembling, guilty, self-condemn'd,
Must behold the wrathful eyes
Of the Judge they once blasphemed:
Where are now their haughty looks?
Oh, their horror and despair,
When they see the open'd books
And their dreadful sentence hear!
4 Lord, prepare us by Thy grace!
Soon we must resign our breath!
And our souls be call'd to pass
Through the iron gate of death:
Let us now our day improve,
Listen to the gospel-voice;
Seek the things that are above,
Scorn the world's pretended joys.
5 Oh! when flesh and heart shall fail,
Let Thy love our spirits cheer,
Strengthen'd thus, we shall prevail
Over Satan, sin, and fear;
Trusting in Thy precious name,
May we thus our journey end:
Then our foes shall lose their aim,
And the Judge will be our friend.
John Newton, 1779.
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526 — Treasuring up Wrath.
526Treasuring up Wrath.C.M.
1 UNGRATEFUL sinners, whence this scorn
Of long-extended grace?
And whence this madness, that insults
The Almighty to His face?
2 Is it because His patience waits,
And pitying bowels move,
You multiply audacious crimes,
And spurn His richest love?
3 Is all the treasured wrath so small,
You labour still for more?
Though not eternal rolling years
Can e'er exhaust the store.
4 Alarm'd and melted at Thy voice,
Our conquer'd hearts would bow,
And to escape the Thunderer then,
Embrace the Saviour now.
Philip Doddridge, 1765.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
527 — Appeal to Conscience.
527Appeal to Conscience.7s.
1 SINNER, is thy heart at rest?
Is thy bosom void of fear?
Art thou not by guilt oppress'd?
Speaks not conscience in thy ear?
2 Can this world afford thee bliss?
Can it chase away thy gloom?
Flattering, false, and vain it is;
Tremble at the worldling's doom.
3 Long the gospel thou hast spurn'd,
Long delay'd to love thy God,
Stifled conscience, nor hast turn'd,
Wooed though by a Saviour's blood.
4 Think, O sinner, on thy end;
See the judgment day appear,
Thither must thy spirit wend,
There thy righteous sentence hear.
5 Wretched, ruin'd, helpless soul,
To a Saviour's blood apply;
He alone can make thee whole,
Fly to Jesus, sinner, fly.
Jared Bell Waterbury, 1844.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
528 — Against Self-destruction.
528Against Self-destruction.L.M.
1 SINNER, oh why so thoughtless grown?
Why in such dreadful haste to die?
Daring to leap to worlds unknown,
Heedless against thy God to fly.
2 Wilt thou despise eternal fate,
Urged on by sin's fantastic dreams?
Madly attempt the infernal gate,
And force thy passage to the flames?
3 Stay, sinner! on the gospel plains,
Behold the God of love unfold
The glories of His dying pains,
For ever telling, yet untold.
Watts and Rippon, 1706-1787.
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529 — Prayer for Thoughtfulness.
529Prayer for Thoughtfulness.8.8.6.
1 THOU God of glorious majesty,
To Thee against myself, to Thee,
A worm of earth I cry:
A half-awaken'd child of man,
An heir of endless bliss or pain,
A sinner born to die.
2 Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand,
Yet how insensible!
A point of time, a moment's space,
Removes me to yon heavenly place,
Or shuts me up in hell.
3 O God, my inmost soul convert,
And deeply on my thoughtful heart
Eternal things impress;
Give me to feel their solemn weight,
And trembling on the brink of fate,
Wake me to righteousness.
4 Before me place, in dread array,
The pomp of that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there,
To meet a joyful doom?
5 Be this my one great business here,
With holy trembling, holy fear,
To make my calling sure!
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
6 Then, Saviour, then, my soul receive,
Transported from this vale to live
And reign with Thee above:
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight
And everlasting love.
Charles Wesley, 1749, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
The Gospel Stated
530 — Justification by Faith, not by works.
530Justification by Faith, not by works.C.M.
1 VAIN are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built;
Their hearts by nature are unclean,
And all their actions guilt.
2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths
Without a murmuring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.
3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now;
Since to convince and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.
4 Jesus, how glorious is Thy grace!
When in Thy name we trust,
Our faith receives a righteousness
That makes the sinner just.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
531 — The Gospel worthy of all Acceptation.
531The Gospel worthy of all Acceptation.C.M.
1 JESUS, th' eternal Son of God,
Whom seraphim obey,
The bosom of the Father leaves,
And enters human clay.
2 Into our sinful world He comes,
The Messenger of grace,
And on the bloody tree expires,
A victim in our place.
3 Transgressors of the deepest stain
In Him salvation find:
His blood removes the foulest guilt,
His Spirit heals the mind.
4 That Jesus saves from sin and hell,
Is truth divinely sure;
And on this rock our faith may rest
Immovably secure.
5 Oh let these tidings be received
With universal joy,
And let the high angelic praise
Our tuneful powers employ!
6 "Glory to God who gave His Son
To bear our shame and pain;
Hence peace on earth, and grace to men,
In endless blessings reign."
Thomas Gibbons, 1769.
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532 — Himself He could not sate.
532Himself He could not sate.6.6.8.8.
1 HIMSELF He could not save,
He on the cross must die,
Or mercy cannot come
To ruin'd sinners nigh;
Yes, Christ, the Son of God, must bleed,
That sinners might from sin be freed.
2 Himself He could not save,
For justice must be done;
And sin's full weight must fall
Upon a sinless one;
For nothing less can God accept,
In payment for the fearful debt.
3 Himself He could not save,
For He the surety stood
For all who now rely
Upon His precious blood;
He bore the penalty of guilt,
When on the cross His blood was split.
4 Himself He could not save,
Yet now a Saviour He:
Come, sinner, to Him come,
He waits to welcome thee;
Believe in Him, and thou shalt prove
His saving power, His deathless love.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
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533 — Faith conquering.
533Faith conquering.8s.
1 THE moment a sinner believes,
And trusts in his crucified God,
His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full through His blood;
Though thousands and thousands of foes
Against him in malice unite,
Their rage he through Christ can oppose
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
2 The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere notion or name:
The work of God's Spirit it is;
A principle, active and young,
That lives under pressure and load;
That makes out of weakness more strong
And draws the soul upward to God.
3 It treads on the world, and on hell;
It vanquishes death and despair;
And what is still stranger to tell,
It overcomes heaven by prayer;
Permits a vile worm of the dust
With God to commune as a friend;
To hope His forgiveness as just,
And look for His love to the end.
4 It says to the mountains, Depart,
That stand betwixt God and the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole;
Bids sins of a crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as white,
And makes such a sinner as I
As pure as an angel of light.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
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534 — The Work is done.
534The Work is done.7s.
1 CHRIST has done the mighty work;
Nothing left for us to do,
But to enter on His toil,
Enter on His triumph too.
2 He has sow'd the precious seed,
Nothing left for us unsown:
Ours it is to reap the fields,
Make the harvest joy our own.
3 His the pardon, ours the sin—
Great the sin, the pardon great;
His the good and ours the ill,
His the love and ours the hate.
4 Ours the darkness and the gloom,
His the shade-dispelling light:
Ours the cloud and His the sun,
His the day-spring, ours the night.
5 His the labour, ours the rest,
His the death and ours the life:
Ours the fruits of victory,
His the agony and strife.
Horatius Bonar, 1856.
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535 — Believe and live.
535Believe and live.8.7.
1 WHEN the Saviour said "'Tis finish'd,"
Every thing was fully done;
Done as God himself would have it—
Christ the victory fully won.
Vain and futile the endeavour
To improve or add thereto;
God's free grace is thus commended—
To "believe," and not "to do."
2 All the doing is completed,
Now 'tis "look, believe, and live:"
None can purchase His salvation,
Life's a gift that God must give;
Grace, through righteousness, is reigning,
Not of works, lest man should boast:
Man must take the mercy freely,
Or eternally be lost.
Albert Midlane, 1862.
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536 — Substitution.
536Substitution.7s., 6 lines.
1 SURELY Christ thy griefs hath borne,
Weeping soul, no longer mourn;
View Him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out His life for thee:
There thy every sin He bore;
Weeping soul, lament no more.
2 Cast thy guilty soul on Him,
Find Him mighty to redeem;
At His feet thy burden lay;
Look thy doubts and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace;
Plead His promise, trust His grace.
3 Lord, Thy arm must be reveal'd,
Ere I can by faith be heal'd;
Since I scarce can look to Thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me!
At Thy feet myself I lay;
Shine, oh shine my fears away!
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
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537 — "Jesus only"
537"Jesus only"C.M.
1 WHEN wounded sore the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a pierced hand,
Can salve the sinner's wound.
2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
3 When penitence has wept in rain
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that's touch'd with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.
5 Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord;
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in Thy wounded side.
Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858.
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538 — The Life-Look.
538The Life-Look.P. M.
1 THERE is life for a look at the Crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee;
Then look, sinner—look unto Him, and be saved—
Unto Him who was nail'd to the tree.
2 It is not thy tears of repentance or prayers.
But the blood that atones for the soul:
On Him, then, who shed it, believing at once
Thy weight of iniquities roll.
3 His anguish of soul on the cross hast thou seen?
His cry of distress hast thou heard?
Then why, if the terrors of wrath He endured,
Should pardon to thee be deferr'd?
4 We are heal'd by His stripes;—wouldst thou add to the word?
And He is our righteousness made:
The best robe of heaven He bids thee put on:
Oh! couldst thou be better array'd?
5 Then doubt not thy welcome, since God has declared,
There remaineth no more to be done;
That once in the end of the world He appear'd,
And completed the work He begun.
6 But take, with rejoicing, from Jesus at once
The life everlasting He gives:
And know, with assurance, thou never canst die,
Since Jesus, thy righteousness, lives.
7 There is life for a look at the Crucified One;
There is life at this moment for thee:
Then look, sinner—look unto Him and be saved,
And know thyself spotless as He.
Amelia Matilda Hull, 1860.
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539 — The Brazen Serpent.
539The Brazen Serpent.C.M.
1 SO did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high;
The wounded felt immediate ease,
The camp forbore to die.
2 "Look upward in the dying hour,
And live," the prophet cries:
But Christ performs a nobler cure
When faith lifts up her eyes.
3 High on the cross the Saviour hung,
High in the heavens He reigns;
Here sinners, by th' old serpent stung,
Look, and forget their pains.
4 When God's own Son is lifted up,
A dying world revives:
The Jew beholds the glorious hope,
The expiring Gentile lives.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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540 — "What must I do to be Saved?"
540"What must I do to be Saved?"P. M.
1 NOTHING, either great or small,
Nothing, sinner, no;
Jesus did it, did it all,
Long, long ago.
2 When He from His lofty throne,
Stoop'd to do and die,
Everything was fully done:
Hearken to His cry:—
3 "It is finish'd!" Yes, indeed,
Finish'd every jot:
Sinner, this is all you need,
Tell me, is it not?
4 Weary, working, plodding one,
Why toil you so?
Cease your doing; all was done
Long, long ago.
5 Till to Jesus' work you cling
By a simple faith,
"Doing" is a deadly thing,
"Doing" ends in death.
6 Oast your deadly "doing" down,
Down at Jesus' feet,
Stand in Him, in Him alone,
Gloriously complete!
James Procter, 1858.
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541 — Grace is free.
541Grace is free.7s.
1 GRACE! how good, how cheap, how free;
Grace how easy to be found!
Only let your misery
In the Saviour's blood be drown'd!
2 Wishful lie before His throne:
Say, "I never will be gone,
Never, till my suit's obtain'd,
Never, till the blessing's gain'd."
Count Zinzendorf, 1736.
tr. by Charles Kinchin, 1742.
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542 — Why those fears?
542Why those fears?8.7.4.
1 WHY those fears, poor trembling sinner?
Why those anxious, gloomy fears?
Doubts and fears can never save thee,
Life is never won by tears;
'Tis believing,
Which the soul to Christ endears.
2 Tears, though flowing like a river,
Never can one son efface;
Jesus' tears would not avail thee—
Blood alone can meet thy case;
Fly to Jesus!
Life is found in His embrace.
3 Songs of triumph then resounding,
From thy happy lips shall flow;
In the knowledge of salvation,
Thou true happiness shalt know.
Look to Jesus!
He alone can life bestow.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
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543 — Hope for Sinners.
543Hope for Sinners.8.7.
1 SINNER, where is room for doubting?
Has not Jesus died for sin?
Did He not in resurrection
Victory over Satan win?
2 Hear Him on the cross exclaiming—
"It is finish'd," ere He died;
See Him in His mercy saving
One there hanging by His side.
3 'Twas for sinners that He suffer'd
Agonies unspeakable;
Canst thou doubt thou art a sinner?
If thou canst—then hope farewell.
4 But, believing what is written—
"All are guilty"—"dead in sin,"
Looking to the Crucified One
Hope shall rise thy soul within.
5 Hope and peace, and joy unfailing,
Through the Saviour's precious blood,
All thy crimson sins forgiven,
And thy soul brought nigh to God.
Albert Midlane, 1862.
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544 — Mercy for the Guilty.
544Mercy for the Guilty.C.M.
1 MERCY is welcome news indeed
To those that guilty stand;
Wretches, that feel what help they need,
Will bless the helping hand.
2 Who rightly would his alms dispose
Must give them to the poor;
None but the wounded patient knows
The comforts of his cure.
3 We all have sinn'd against our God,
Exception none can boast;
But he that feels the heaviest load
Will prize forgiveness most.
4 No reckoning can we rightly keep,
For who the sums can know?
Some souls are fifty pieces deep,
And some five hundred owe.
5 But let our debts be what they may,
However great or small,
As soon as we have nought to pay,
Our Lord forgives us all.
6 'Tis perfect poverty alone
That sets the soul at large;
While we can call one mite our own,
We have no full discharge.
Joseph Hart, 1759.
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545 — Just as thou art.
545Just as thou art.8.8.8.6., or L.M.
1 JUST as thou art, without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner, come!
2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary's tree!
The stripes, thy due, were laid on Me,
That peace and pardon might be free:
O wretched sinner, come!
3 Burden'd with guilt, wouldst thou be blest?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest:
I bring relief to hearts oppress'd:
O weary sinner, come!
4 Come, leave thy burden at the cross;
Count ail thy gains but empty dross:
My grace repays all earthly loss:
O needy sinner, come!
5 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears,
O trembling sinner, come.
6 "The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;"
Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come;
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come:
Thy Saviour bids thee come.
Russell Sturgis Cook, 1850.
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The Gospel Received by Faith
546 — Just as I am.
546Just as I am.8.8.8.6., or L.M.
1 JUST as I am—without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.
2 Just as I am—and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.
3 Just as I am—though toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come.
4 Just as I am—poor, wretched, blind,
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.
5 Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise, I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
6 Just as I am—Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down,
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
7 Just as I am—of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Charlotte Elliott, 1836.
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547 — Just as Thou art.
547Just as Thou art.L.M.
1 JUST as Thou art—how wondrous fair,
Lord Jesus, all Thy members are!
A life divine to them is given—
A long inheritance in heaven.
2 Just as I was I came to Thee,
An heir of wrath and misery;
Just as Thou art before the throne,
I stand in righteousness Thine own.
3 Just as Thou art—how wondrous free:
Loosed by the sorrows of the tree:
Jesus! the curse, the wrath were Thine,
To give Thy saints this life divine.
4 Just as Thou art—nor doubt, nor fear,
Can with Thy spotlessness appear;
Oh timeless love! as Thee, I'm seen
The "righteousness of God in Him."
5 Just as Thou art—Thou Lamb divine!
Life, light, and holiness are Thine:
Thyself their endless source I see,
And they, the life of God, in me.
6 Just as Thou art—oh blissful ray
That turn'd my darkness into day!
That woke me from my death of sin,
To know my perfectness in Him.
7 Oh teach me, Lord, this grace to own,
That self and sin no more are known;
That love—Thy love—in wondrous right,
Hath placed me in its spotless light!
8 Soon, soon, 'mid joys on joys untold,
Thou wilt this grace and love unfold,
Till worlds on worlds adoring see
The part Thy members have in Thee.
Joseph Denham Smith, 1860.
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548 — The Prodigal's Welcome.
548The Prodigal's Welcome.8. 8. 8. 6., or L.M.
1 THE wanderer no more will roam,
The lost one to the fold hath come,
The prodigal is welcomed home;
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
2 Though clothed with shame, by sin denied.
The Father hath embraced His child;
And I am pardon'd, reconciled,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
3 It is the Father's joy to bless,
His love provides for me a dress—
A robe of spotless righteousness,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
4 Now shall my famish'd soul be fed,
A feast of love for me is spread,
I feed upon the children's bread,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
5 Yea, in the fulness of His grace,
He put me in the children's place,
Where I may gaze upon His face,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
6 I cannot half His love express,
Yet, Lord! with joy my lips confess,
This blessed portion I possess,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
7 It is Thy precious name I bear,
It is Thy spotless robe I wear,
Therefore, the Father's love I share,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
8 And when I in Thy likeness shine,
The glory and the praise be Thine,
That everlasting joy is mine,
O Lamb of God, in Thee!
Mary Jane Deck, 1847.
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549 — The Solid Rock.
549The Solid Rock.112th.
1 MY hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame;
But wholly lean on Jesus' name:
On Christ the solid rock I stand,
All other ground is sinking sand.
2 When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace;
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil:
On Christ, &c
3 His oath, His covenant, and His blood,
Support me in the sinking flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay:
On Christ, &c.
4 When the last awful trump shall sound,
Oh may I then in Him be found,
Dress'd in His righteousness alone,
Faultless to stand before the throne:
On Christ, &c.
Edward Mote, 1825, a.
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550 — "Be not afraid, only believe."
550"Be not afraid, only believe."6. 6. 4. 6. 6. 6. 4.
1 MY faith looks up to Thee,
Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Saviour divine:
Now hear me while I pray;
Take all my guilt away;
Oh let me from this day
Be wholly Thine.
2 May Thy rich grace impart
Strength to my fainting heart,
My zeal inspire:
As Thou hast died for me,
Oh may my love to Thee
Pure, warm, and changeless be,
A living fire.
3 While life's dark maze I tread,
And griefs around me spread,
Be Thou my guide;
Bid darkness turn to day,
Wipe sorrow's tears away,
Nor let me ever stray
From Thee aside.
4 When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream
Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then in love,
Fear and distrust remove;
Oh bear me safe above,
A ransom'd soul.
Ray Palmer, 1834.
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551 — Christ is all.
551Christ is all.7s.
1 JESU, lover of my soul,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh receive my soul at last.
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee!
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stay'd,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of Thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy name,
I am all unrighteousness,
False and full of sin I am;
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee!
Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!
Charles Wesley, 1740.
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552 — Rock of Ages.
552Rock of Ages.7s., 6 lines.
1 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy riven side which flow'd,
Be of sin the double cure,
Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
2 Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil Thy law's demands:
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone:
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
3 Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
4 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath,
When my eye-strings break in death.
When I soar through tracks unknown
See Thee on Thy judgment-throne—
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
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553 — Jesus died for me
553Jesus died forme. C.M.
1 GREAT God, when I approach Thy throne,
And all Thy glory see;
This is my stay, and this alone,
That Jesus died for me.
2 How can a soul condemn'd to die
Escape the just decree?
A vile, unworthy wretch am I,
But Jesus died for me.
3 Burden'd with sin's oppressive chain,
Oh, how can I get free?
No peace can all my efforts gain,
But Jesus died for me.
4 My course I could not safely steer
Through life's tempestuous sea,
Did not this truth relieve my fear,
That Jesus died for me.
5 And, Lord, when I behold Thy face,
This must be all my plea-
Save me by Thy almighty grace,
For Jesus died for me.
William Hiley Bathurst, 1831.
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554 — Christ and His Righteousness.
554Christ and His Righteousness.L.M.
1 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.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
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555 — The true Scapegoat.
555The true Scapegoat.S.M.
1 NOT all the blood of beasts
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
3 My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
4 My soul looks back to see
The burdens Thou didst bear,
When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there.
5 Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove;
We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing His bleeding love.
Isaac Watts, 1706.
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556 — The only Plea.
556The only Plea.L.M.
1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to Thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee;
Weary of earth, myself, and sin,
Open Thine arms and take me in.
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole;
Fallen, till in me Thine image shine,
And lost I am, till Thou art mine.
3 At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for Thee:
Here, then, to Thee I all resign;
Thine is the work, and only Thine.
4 What shall I say Thy grace to move?
Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love:
I give up every plea beside,
Lord, I am lost—but Thou hast died!
Charles Wesley, 1739.
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557 — "Remember me."
557"Remember me."C.M.
1 Jesus! Thou art the sinner's Friend,
As such I look to Thee;
Now, in the fulness of Thy love,
O Lord! remember me.
2 Remember Thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary;
Remember all Thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.
3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to Thee,
While Thou art sitting on Thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.
4 Lord! I am guilty, I am vile,
But Thy salvation's free;
Then, in Thine all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.
5 And when I close my eyes in death,
When creature-helps all flee,
Then, O my dear Redeemer-God!
I pray, remember me.
Richard Burnham, 1796, a.
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558 — Divine indwelling desired.
558Divine indwelling desired.8.7.4.
1 WELCOME, welcome, great Redeemer,
Welcome to this heart of mine;
Lord, I make a full surrender,
Every power and thought be Thine,
Thine entirely,
Through eternal ages Thine.
2 Known to all to be Thy mansion,
Earth and hell will disappear;
Or in vain attempt possession,
When they find the Lord is near:
Shout, O Zion!
Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!
Thomas Hastings, 1842.
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559 — The Burden-bearer.
559The Burden-bearer.7.6.
1 I LAY my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all and frees us
From the accursed load,
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious,
Till not a spot remains.
2 I lay my wants on Jesus,
All fulness dwells in Him;
He healeth my diseases,
He doth my soul redeem.
I lay my griefs on Jesus,
My burdens and my cares;
He from them all releases,
He all my sorrows shares.
3 I rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes,
His name abroad is pour'd.
4 I long to be like Jesus,
Meek, loving, lowly, mild;
I long to be like Jesus,
The Father's Holy Child;
I long to be with Jesus,
Amid the heavenly throng;
To sing with saints His praises,
To learn the angels' song.
Horatius Bonar, 1857.
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560 — The Voice of Jesus.
560The Voice of Jesus.C.M.
1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say,
Come unto Me and rest;
Lay down, thou weary one, lay down
Thy head upon My breast."
I came to Jesus as I was,
Weary, and worn, and sad:
I found In Him a resting-place,
And He has made me glad.
2 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
Behold, I freely give
The living water—thirsty one,
Stoop down, and drink, and live."
I came to Jesus, and I drank
Of that life-giving stream;
My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived,
And now I live in Him.
3 I heard the voice of Jesus say,
I am this dark world's light;
Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise,
And all thy day be bright."
I look'd to Jesus, and I found
In Him my star, my sun;
And in that light of life I'll walk
Till travelling days are done.
Horatius Bonar, 1857.
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561 — The great Sight.
561The great Sight.C.M.
1 IN evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopp'd my wild career.
2 I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agonies and blood,
Who fix'd His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
3 Sure never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look;
It seem'd to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail Him there.
5 Alas! I knew not what I did;
But now my tears are vain;
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
6 A second look He gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die, that thou mayst live."
7 Thus while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue
(Such is the mystery of grace),
It seals my pardon too.
8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy,
My spirit now is fill'd,
That I should such a life destroy,
Yet live by Him I killed.
John Newton, 1779.
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562 — Blessed be the Lord.
562Blessed be the Lord.7s.
1 WE were lost, but we are found,
Dead, but now alive are we;
We were Bore in bondage bound,
But our Jesus sets us free.
2 Strangers, and He takes us in,
Naked, He becomes our dress,
Sick, and He from stain of sin
Cleanses with His righteousness.
3 Therefore will we sing His praise
Who His lost ones hath restored,
Hearts and voices both shall raise
Hallelujahs to the Lord.
John S. B. Monsell, 1863.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
563 — Grace exalted.
563Grace exalted.8. 8. 6.
1 LET Zion in her songs record
The honours of her dying Lord,
Triumphant over sin;
How sweet the song there's none can say,
But those whose sins are wash'd away
Who feel the same within.
2 We claim no merit of our own,
But, self-condemn'd before Thy throne,
Our hopes on Jesus place;
Though once in heart and life depraved,
We now can sing as sinners saved,
And praise redeeming grace.
3 We'll sing the same while life shall last,
And when, at the archangel's blast,
Our sleeping dust shall rise,
Then in a song for ever new,
The glorious theme we'll still pursue
Throughout the azure skies.
4 Prepared of old, at God's right hand
Bright everlasting mansions stand
For all the blood-bought race;
And till we reach those seats of bliss,
We'll sing no other song but this—
Salvation all of grace.
John Kent, 1803, a.
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564 — "The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."
564"The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."C.M.
1 CHARGED with the complicated load
Of our enormous debt,
By faith, I see the Lamb of God
Expire beneath its weight!
2 My numerous sins transferr'd to Him,
Shall never more be found,
Lost in His blood's atoning stream
Where every crime is drown'd!
3 My mighty sins to Thee are known;
But mightier still is He
Who laid His life a ransom down,
And pleads His death for me.
4 Oh may my life, while here below,
Bear witness to Thy love:
Till I before Thy footstool bow,
And chant Thy praise above!
Charles Wesley, 1762;
Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.
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565 — We have peace with God."
565We have peace with God."S.M.
1 IN Christ I have believed,
And through the spotless Lamb
Grace and salvation have received;
In Him complete I am.
2 This hope divine uplifts
My soul amid distress;
"Without repentance" are His gifts
Who thus vouchsafes to bless.
3 My sins, my crimson stains,
Are blotted out, each one;
No condemnation now remains!
God views me in His Son.
4 Then come what may to me,
It will, it must be blest!
Home in the distance I can see;
There I shall be at rest.
Charlotte Elliott, 1854.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
566 — I am Pardoned.
566I am Pardoned.8.7.
1 NOW, oh joy! my sins are pardon'd,
Now I can, and do believe;
All I have, and am, and shall be,
To my precious Lord I give;
He aroused my deathly slumbers,
He dispersed my soul's dark night;
Whisper'd peace, and drew me to Hint—
Made Himself my chief delight.
2 Let the babe forget its mother,
Let the bridegroom slight his bride;
True to Him, I'll love none other,
Cleaving closely to His Bide.
Jesus, hear my soul's confession,
Weak am I, but strength is Thine,
On Thine arms for strength and succour
Calmly may my soul recline.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
567 — Jesus pleads for me.
567Jesus pleads for me.L.M.
1 BEFORE the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea;
A great High Priest, whose name is Love,
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
2 My name is graven on His hands,
My name is written on His heart;
I know that, while in heaven He stands,
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
3 When Satan tempts me to despair,
And tells me of the guilt within,
Upward I look, and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin.
4 Because the sinless Saviour died,
My sinful soul is counted free;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him, and pardon me.
5 Behold Him there! the bleeding Lamb!
My perfect, spotless Righteousness,
The great unchangeable, "I AM,"
The King of glory and of grace.
6 One with Himself, I cannot die,
My soul is purchased by His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
With Christ, my Saviour and my God.
Charitie Lees Smith, 1863.
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568 — Depth of Mercy.
568Depth of Mercy.7s., Double.
1 DEPTH of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls:
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
2 Kindled His relentings are;
Me He still delights to spare;
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows His wounds and spreads His hands,
God is love, I know, I feel
Jesus pleads. and loves me still.
3 Jesus, answer from above:
Is not all Thy nature love?
Wilt Thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss Thy feet?
If I rightly read Thy heart,
If Thou all compassion art,
Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow;
Pardon and accept me now.
4 Pity from Thine eye let fall;
By a look my soul recall;
Now the stone to flesh convert,
Cast a look, and break my heart.
Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament:
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley, 1740.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
569 — The Long-suffering of God.
569The Long-suffering of God.7s.
1 LORD, and am I yet alive,
Not in torments, not in hell!
Still doth Thy good Spirit strive—
With the chief of sinners dwell?
Tell it unto sinners, tell,
I am, I am out of hell!
2 Yes, I still lift up mine eyes,
Will not of Thy love despair;
Still in spite of sin I rise,
Still I bow to Thee in prayer.
Tell it, &c.
3 Oh the length and breadth of love!
Jesus, Saviour, can it be?
All Thy mercy's height I prove,
All the depth is seen in me.
Tell it. &c.
4 See a bush that burns with fire,
Unconsumed amidst the flame!
Turn aside the sight to admire,
I the living wonder am.
Tell it, &c.
5 See a stone that hangs in air!
See a spark in ocean live!
Kept alive with death so near!
I to God the glory give.
Ever tell—to sinners tell,
I am, I am out of hell.
Charles Wesley, 1743.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
570 — Confessing and Pleading.
570Confessing and Pleading.C.M.
1 BY Thy victorious hand struck down,
Here, prostrate, Lord, I lie:
And faint to see my Maker frown,
Whom once I dared defy.
2 With heart unshaken I have heard
Thy dreadful thunders roar:
When grace in all its charms appear'd,
I only sinn'd the more.
3 With impious hands from off Thy head
I've sought to pluck the crown;
And insolently dared to tread
Thy royal honour down.
4 Confounded, Lord, I wrap my face,
And hang my guilty head;
Ashamed of all my wicked ways,
The hateful life I've led.
5 I yield—by mighty love subdued;
Who can resist its charms?
And throw myself, by wrath pursued,
Into my Saviours arms.
6 My wanderings, Lord, are at an end,
I'm now return'd to Thee:
Be Thou my Father and my Friend,
Be all in all to me.
Compiled from Simon Browne, 1720.
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571 — "Lord, to whom shall we go?"
571"Lord, to whom shall we go?"S.M.
1 AH! whither should I go,
Burden'd, and sick, and faint?
To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
2 My Saviour bids me come:
Ah I why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home!
And yet from Him I stay.
3 What is it keeps me back,
From which I cannot part,
Which will not let my Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
4 Jesus, the hindrance show,
Which I have fear'd to see:
Yet let me now consent to know
What keeps me out from Thee.
5 Searcher of hearts, in mine
Thy trying power display;
Into its darkest corners shine,
And take the veil away.
Charles Wesley, 1741.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
572 — Prayer for Repentance.
572Prayer for Repentance.S.M.
1 OH! that I could repent,
With all my idols part,
And to Thy gracious eyes present
A humble, contrite heart.
2 A heart with grief oppress'd,
For having grieved my God,
A troubled heart that cannot rest,
Till sprinkled with Thy blood.
3 Jesus on me bestow
The penitent desire;
With true sincerity of woe
My aching breast inspire.
4 With softening pity look,
And melt my hardness down;
Strike with Thy love's resistless stroke.
And break this heart of stone!
Charles Wesley, 1749.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
573 — The Stony Heart.
573The Stony Heart.L.M.
1 OH! for a glance of heavenly day,
To take this stubborn stone away;
And thaw with beams of love divine
This heart, this frozen heart of mine.
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can quake;
The seas can roar; the mountains shake:
Of feeling all things show some sign,
But this unfeeling heart of mine.
3 To hear the sorrows Thou hast felt,
Dear Lord, an adamant would melt:
But I can read each moving line,
And nothing move this heart of mine.
4 Thy judgments, too, unmoved I hear,
Amazing thought! which devils fear:
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But something yet can do the deed,
And that dear something much I need;
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And move and melt this heart of mine.
Joseph Hart, 1762.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
574 — I need Thee, Jesus.
574I need Thee, Jesus.7.6.
1 I NEED Thee, precious Jesus!
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within;
I need the cleansing fountain,
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe my sorrows,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every want to,
And all my sorrows share.
4 I need Thee, blessed Jesus!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne:
There, with Thy blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.
Frederick Whitfield, 1861.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
575 — The Rebel's Surrender.
575The Rebel's Surrender.8.8.6.
1 LORD, Thou hast won, at length I yield;
My heart, by mighty grace compell'd,
Surrenders all to Thee;
Against Thy terrors long I strove,
But who can stand against Thy love?
Love conquers even me.
2 If Thou hadst bid Thy thunders roll
And lightnings flash, to blast my soul,
I still had stubborn been:
But mercy has my heart subdued,
A bleeding Saviour I have view'd,
And now I hate my sin.
3 Now, Lord, I would be Thine alone,
Come, take possession of Thine own,
For Thou hast set me free;
Released from Satan's hard command,
See all my members waiting stand,
To be employ'd by Thee.
John Newton, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
576 — Invitation accepted.
576Invitation accepted.7s.
1 AM I call'd? and can it be!
Has my Saviour chosen me?
Guilty, wretched as I am.
Has He named my worthless name?
Vilest of the vile am I,
Dare I raise my hopes so high?
2 Am I call'd? I dare not stay,
May not, must not disobey;
Here I lay me at Thy feet,
Clinging to the mercy-seat:
Thine I am, and Thine alone;
Lord, with me Thy will be done.
3 Am I call'd? what shall I bring,
As an offering to my King?
Poor, and blind, and naked I,
Trembling at Thy footstool lie;
Nought but sin I call my own,
Nor for sin can sin atone.
4 Am I call'd? an heir of God!
Wash'd, redeem'd, by precious blood!
Father, lead me in Thy hand,
Guide me to that better land
Where my soul shall be at rest,
Pillow'd on my Saviour's breast.
Mrs. J. L. Gray, 1843.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
577 — God be merciful to me."
577God be merciful to me."L.M.
1 O LORD, my God, in mercy turn,
In mercy hear a sinner mourn!
To Thee I call, to Thee I cry,
Oh leave me, leave me not to die!
2 O pleasures past, what are ye now
But thorns about my bleeding brow?
Spectres that hover round my brain,
And aggravate and mock my pain!
3 For pleasure I have given my soul;
Now justice, let Thy thunders roll!
Now vengeance smite, and with a blow
Lay the rebellious ingrate low!
4 Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling,
I'll crowd beneath His sheltering wing;
I'll clasp the cross, and holding there,
Even me, oh bliss! His wrath may spare
Henry Kirke White, 1807
—Our Own Hymn-Book
578 — The Penitent.
578The Penitent.C.M.
1 PROSTRATE, dear Jesus, at Thy feet
A guilty rebel lies;
And upwards to Thy mercy-seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.
2 Oh let not justice frown me hence;
Stay, stay, the vengeful storm:
Forbid it that Omnipotence
Should crush a feeble worm!
3 If tears of sorrow would suffice
To pay the debt I owe,
Tears should from both my weeping eyes
In ceaseless torrents flow.
4 But no such sacrifice I plead
To expiate my guilt;
No tears but those which Thou hast shed!
No blood, but Thou hast spilt.
6 Think of Thy sorrows, dearest Lord,
And all my sins forgive:
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner lire.
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
579 — Sin wounding Jesus.
579Sin wounding Jesus.7.6.
1 MY sins, my sins, my Saviour!
How sad on Thee they fall,
Seen through Thy gentle patience,
I tenfold feel them all.
2 I know they are forgiven,
But still their pain to me
Is all the grief and anguish
They laid, my Lord, on Thee.
3 My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
Their guilt I never knew
Till, with Thee, in the desert
I near Thy passion drew;
4 Till with Thee in the garden
I heard Thy pleading prayer,
And saw the sweat-drops bloody
That told Thy sorrow there.
John S. B. Monsell, 1863.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
580 — I crucified Him.
580I crucified Him.C.M.
1 MY Jesus! say what wretch has dared
Thy sacred hands to bind?
And who has dared to buffet so
Thy face so meek and kind?
2 'Tis I have thus ungrateful been,
Yet, Jesus, pity take!
Oh, spare and pardon me, my Lord,
For Thy sweet mercy's sake!
3 My Jesus! who with spittle vile
Profaned Thy sacred brow?
Or whose unpitying scourge has made
Thy precious blood to flow?
'Tis I have thus ungrateful been, &c.
4 My Jesus! whose the hands that wove
That cruel thorny crown?
Who made that hard and heavy cross
That weighs Thy shoulders down?
'Tis I have thus ungrateful been, &c.
5 My Jesus! who has mock'd Thy thirst
With vinegar and gall?
Who held the nails that pierced Thy hands,
And made the hammer fall?
'Tis I have thus ungrateful been, &c.
6 My Jesus! say who dared to nail
Those tender feet of Thine:
And whose the arm that raised the lance
To pierce that heart divine?
'Tis I have thus ungrateful been, &c.
7 And, Father! who has murder'd thus
Thy loved and only One?
Canst Thou forgive the blood-stain'd hand
That robb'd Thee of Thy Son?
8 'Tis I have thus ungrateful been
To Jesus and to Thee;
Forgive me, Lord, for His sweet sake,
And mercy grant to me.
Alphonso M. Ligouri, 1709;
tr. by R. A. Coffin, 1854.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
581 — "Look on Him whom they pierced, and mourn."
581"Look on Him whom they pierced, and mourn."C.M.
1 INFINITE grief! amazing woe!
Behold my bleeding Lord!
Hell and the Jews conspired His death,
And used the Roman sword.
2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain
My dear Redeemer bore,
When knotty whips and rugged thorns
His sacred body tore.
3 But knotty whips and rugged thorns
In vain do I accuse;
In vain I blame the Roman bands,
And the more spiteful Jews.
4 'Twas you. my sins, my cruel sins,
His chief tormentors were;
Each of my crimes became a nail,
And unbelief the spear.
5 'Twas you that pull'd the vengeance down
Upon His guiltless head:
Break, break, my heart, oh burst mine eyes!
And let my sorrows bleed.
6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul,
Till melting waters flow,
And deep repentance drown mine eyes
In undissembled woe.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
582 — Repentance at the Cross.
582Repentance at the Cross.C.M.
1 OH, if my soul were form'd for woe,
How would I vent my sighs!
Repentance should like rivers flow
From both my streaming eyes.
2 'Twas for my sins, my dearest Lord
Hung on the cursed tree,
And groan'd away a dying life
For thee, my soul, for thee.
3 Oh, how I bate those lusts of mine
That crucified my God
Those sins that pierced and nail'd His flesh
Fast to the fatal wood!
4 Yea, my Redeemer, they shall die;
My heart has so decreed:
Nor will I spare the guilty things
That made my Saviour bleed.
5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart,
My murder'd Lord I view,
I'll raise revenge against my sins,
And slay the murderers too.
Isaac Watts, 1709.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
583 — Confession and Pardon.
583Confession and Pardon.S.M.
1 MY sorrows like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into Thy bosom, O my God!
Pour out a long complaint.
2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin
In presence of Thy sword.
3 How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies;
And yet, and yet, oh matchless grace!
Thy thunder silent lies.
4 Oh, shall I never feel
The meltings of Thy love?
Am I of such hell-hardon'd steel
That mercy cannot move?
5 O'ercome by dying love,
Here at Thy cross I lie,
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.
6 "Rise," says the Saviour, "rise,
Behold My wounded veins!
Here flows a sacred crimson flood
To wash away thy stains."
7 See, God is reconciled!
Behold His smiling face!
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings,
And sound aloud His grace.
Isaac Watts, 1706, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
584 — "Jesus, Master, have mercy on us."
584"Jesus, Master, have mercy on us."C.M.
1 LORD. at Thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door:
With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favour we implore.
2 On us, the vast extent display
Of Thy forgiving love;
Take all our heinous guilt away;
This heavy load remove.
3 'Tis mercy—mercy we Implore;
We would Thy pity move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And Thou Thyself art Love.
4 Oh! for Thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Our numerous sins forgive;
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
Our breaking hearts relieve.
5 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And Thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival dare pretend
To repossess Thy throne.
Simon Browne, 1720.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
585 — At Jesus Feet.
585At Jesus Feet.7s., 6 lines.
1 LORD, we lie before Thy feet;
Look on all our deep distress;
Thy rich mercy may we meet;
Clothe us with Thy righteousness;
Stretch forth Thy almighty hand;
Hold us up, and we shall stand.
2 Oh that closer we could cleave
To Thy bleeding, dying breast!
Give us firmly to believe,
And to enter into rest.
Lord, increase, increase our faith!
Make us faithful unto death.
3 Let us trust Thee evermore;
Every moment on Thee call
For new life, new will, new power:
Let us trust Thee, Lord for all!
May we nothing know beside
Jesus, and Him crucified!
Joseph Hart, 1758.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
586 — Pleading the Promise.
586Pleading the Promise.C.M.
1 APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou callest burden'd souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely press'd:
By war without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place!
That, shelter'd near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him Thou hast died.
5 Oh wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious name.
6 "Poor tempest-tossed soul, be still,
My promised grace receive:"
'Tis Jesus speaks—I must, I will,
I can, I do believe.
John Newton, 1779
—Our Own Hymn-Book
587 — Supplicating.
587Supplicating.8.7.
1 JESUS, full of all compassion,
Hear Thy humble suppliant's cry:
Let me know Thy great salvation:
See! I languish, faint, and die.
2 Guilty, but with heart relenting.
Overwhelm'd with helpless grief,
Prostrate at Thy feet repenting,
Send, oh send me quick relief!
3 Whither should a wretch be flying,
But to Him who comfort gives?—
Whither, from the dread of dying,
But to Him who ever lives?
4 While I view Thee, wounded, grieving,
Breathless on the cursed tree,
Fain I'd feel my heart believing
That Thou suffer'dst thus for me.
5 Hear, then, blessed Saviour, hear me;
My soul cleaveth to the dust;
Send the Comforter to cheer me;
Lo! in Thee I put my trust.
6 On the word Thy blood hath sealed
Hangs my everlasting all:
Let Thy arm be now revealed;
Stay, oh stay me, lest I fall!
7 In the world of endless ruin,
Let it never, Lord, be said,
"Here's a soul that perish'd, suing
For the boasted Saviour's aid!"
8 Saved—the deed shall spread new glory
Through the shining realms above!
Angels sing the pleasing story,
All enraptured with Thy love!
Daniel Turner, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
588 — "Save, Lord."
588"Save, Lord."C.M.
1 O Jesus, Saviour of the lost,
My rock and hiding-place,
By storms of sin and sorrow toss'd,
I seek Thy sheltering grace.
2 Guilty, forgive me, Lord! I cry;
Pursued by foes I come;
A sinner, save me, or I die;
An outcast, take me home.
3 Once safe in Thine almighty arms,
Let storms come on amain;
There danger never never harms;
There death itself is gain.
4 And when I stand before Thy throne,
And all Thy glory see,
Still be my righteousness alone
To hide myself in Thee.
Edward Henry Bickersteth, 1858.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
589 — Desiring to submit.
589Desiring to submit.L.M.
1 OH that my load of sin were gone!
Oh that I could at last submit
At Jesu's feet to lay it down,
To lay my soul at Jesu's feet!
2 When shall mine eyes behold the Lamb?
The God of my salvation see?
Weary, O Lord, Thou know'st I am;
Yet still I cannot come to Thee.
3 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Saviour divine, if mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp Thine image on my heart.
4 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free:
I cannot rest till pure within,
Till I am wholly lost in Thee.
5 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let Thy chariot-wheels delay;
Appear, in my poor heart appear!
My God, my Saviour, come away!
Charles Wesley*, 1742, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
590 — "Come to Me."
590"Come to Me."L.M.
1 WITH tearful eyes I look around,
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'mid the gloom, I hear a sound.
A heavenly whisper, "Come to Me."
2 It tells me of a place of rest;
It tells me where my soul may flee;
Oh, to the weary, faint, oppress'd,
How sweet the bidding, "Come to Me"!
3 "Come, for all else must fail and die,
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
To heaven direct thy weeping eye,
I am thy portion; come to Me."
4 O voice of mercy! voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above!
And gently whisper, "Come to Me."
Charlotte Elliott, 1834.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
591 — "Strong Crying and Tears."
591"Strong Crying and Tears."7s.
1 SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes;
Oh! by all Thy pains and woe,
Suffer'd once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear, oh, hear our humble cry!
2 By Thy helpless infant years,
By Thy life of want and tears,
By Thy day of sore distress
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of the insulting tempter's power,
Turn, oh turn a favouring eye,
Hear, oh hear our humble cry!
3 By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veil'd the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice,
Listen to our humble sigh!
Hear, oh, hear our humble cry!
4 By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
Oh! from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty re-ascended Lord!
Listen, from Thy throne on high,
Hear, oh bear our humble cry!
Robert Grant, 1815, a.
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592 — "Manifest Thyself to me."
592"Manifest Thyself to me."7s. 6 lines.
1 SON of God, to Thee I cry;
By the holy mystery
Of Thy dwelling here on earth,
By Thy pure and holy birth,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me!
2 Lamb of God, to Thee I cry;
By Thy bitter agony,
By Thy pangs, to us unknown,
By Thy Spirit's parting groan,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me!
3 Prince of Life, to Thee I cry;
By Thy glorious majesty,
By Thy triumph o'er the grave,
Meek to suffer, strong to save,
Lord, Thy presence let me see,
Manifest Thyself to me!
4 Lord of Glory, God Most High,
Man exalted to the sky,
With Thy love my bosom fill:
Prompt me to perform Thy will;
Then Thy glory I shall see,
Thou wilt bring me home to Thee.
Richard Mant, 1831.
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593 — Be merciful to me.
593Be merciful to me.L.M.
1 WITH broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free;
O God! be merciful to me.
2 I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppress'd:
Christ and His cross my only plea;
O God! be merciful to me.
3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see;
O God! be merciful to me.
4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone:
To Calvary alone I flee;
O God! be merciful to me.
5 And when, redeem'd from sin and hell,
With all the ransom'd throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be
God has been merciful to me.
Cornelius Elven, 1852.
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594 — Deliver me.
594Deliver me.8.7.
1 MERCY, mercy, God the Father!
God the Son, be Thou my plea!
God the Holy Spirit, comfort!
Triune God, deliver me!
2 Not my sins, O Lord, remember,
Not Thine own avenger be;
Bat, for Thy great tender mercies,
Saviour God. deliver me!
3 By Thy cross, and by Thy passion,
Bloody sweat and agony,
By Thy precious death and burial,
Saviour God, deliver me!
4 By Thy glorious resurrection,
Thine ascent in heaven to be,
By The Holy Spirit's coming,
Saviour God, deliver me!
5 In all time of tribulation,
In all time of wealth, in the
Hour of death, and day of judgment,
Saviour God, deliver me!
John S. B. Monsell, 1863.
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595 — Pity me, O Lord.
595Pity me, O Lord.8.7.4.
1 PITY, Lord, a wretched creature,
One whose sins for vengeance cry,
Groaning 'neath his heavy burden.
Throbbing breast and heavy sign.
O my Saviour,
Canst Thou let a sinner die?
2 Not Thou canst not: Thou hast promised
To attend unto his prayer;
Still he cries in faltering accents,
Jesus, oh, in mercy spare!
Spare a sinner,
Jesus, oh, in mercy spare!
3 Oh, how swift Divine compassion
Runs to meet the mourning soul;
And, by words of consolation
Makes the wounded spirit whole!
I'm thy Saviour,
Let this truth thy mind console.
4 Groans and sighs are turn'd to praises,
Doubts and fears are chased away:
Now with saints his voice he raises,
Jesus hears the pious lay.
Glory, glory!
Hallelujahs close the day.
5 Angels that were hovering o'er him
Spread their wings and leave the place,
Bear to heaven the joyful tidings
Of a sinner saved by grace.
Myriads listen,
Heaven rings with shouts of praise.
J. Stamp's Spiritual Song Book, 1846.
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596 — "Love us freely."
596"Love us freely."8.7.
1 LOVE us freely, blessed Jesus,
For we have not aught to pay;
Saviour Thou, and we poor sinners,
Is alone what we can say;
Love us freely, blessed Jesus,
For we have not aught to pay.
2 Love us ever, blessed Jesus,
We are changing as the wind;
If Thy love on us depended,
We should ne'er salvation find;
Love us ever, blessed Jesus,
We are changing as the wind.
3 Love and help us, blessed Jesus,
Help us to be wholly Thine;
Every idol and enchantment,
For Thy glory to resign;
Love and help us, blessed Jesus,
Help us to be wholly Thine.
4 Love and keep us, blessed Jesus,
Keep us from denying Thee;
Keep our wayward feet from straying
Into paths of vanity;
Love and keep us, blessed Jesus,
Keep us from denying Thee.
Albert Midlane, 1865.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
597 — Confession of Sin.
597Confession of Sin.7s.
1 SOVEREIGN Ruler, Lord of all,
Prostrate at Thy feet I fall;
Hear, oh, hear my earnest cry;
Frown not, lest I faint and die.
2 Vilest of the sons of men,
Chief of sinners I have been;
Oft have sinn'd before Thy face,
Trampled on Thy richest grace.
3 Justly might Thy fatal dart
Pierce this bleeding, broken heart;
Justly might Thy angry breath
Blast me in eternal death.
4 Jesus, save my dying soul;
Make ray broken spirit whole;
Humbled in the dust I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
Thomas Baffles, 1812, a.
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598 — Think of Jesus.
598Think of Jesus.L.M.
1 WHEN at Thy footstool, Lord, I bend,
And plead with Thee for mercy there,
Think of the sinner's dying Friend,
And for His sake receive my prayer.
2 Oh think not of my shame and guilt,
My thousand stains of deepest dye;
Think of the blood for sinners spilt,
And let that blood my pardon buy.
3 Think, Lord, how I am still Thine own,
The trembling creature of Thy hand;
Think how my heart to sin is prone,
And what temptations round me stand.
4 Oh think not of my doubts and fears,
My strivings with Thy grace divine;
Think upon Jesu's woes and tears,
And let His merits stand for mine.
5 Thine eye, Thine ear, they are not dull;
Thine arm can never shorten'd be;
Behold me now; my heart is full;
Behold, and spare, and succour me!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1833.
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599 — Relying upon Grace.
599Relying upon Grace.L.M.
1 WHY droops my soul, with grief oppress'd?
Whence these wild tumults in my breast?
Is there no balm to heal my wound?
No kind physician to be found?
2 Raise to the cross thy tearful eyes,
Behold, the Prince of Glory dies;
He dies extended on the tree,
And sheds a sovereign balm for thee.
3 Blest Saviour, at Thy feet I lie,
Here to receive a cure or die;
But grace forbids that painful fear,
Almighty grace, which triumphs here.
4 Thou wilt withdraw the poison'd dart,
Bind up and heal the wounded heart;
With blooming health my face adorn,
And change the gloomy night to morn.
Elizabeth Scott, 1763, a.
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600 — Wash me, and I shall be whiter than Snow."
600Wash me, and I shall be whiter than Snow."8.7.
1 Jesus! who on Calvary's mountain
Pour'd Thy precious blood for me,
Wash me in its flowing fountain,
That my soul may spotless be.
2 I have sinn'd, but oh, restore me,
For unless Thou smile on me,
Dark is all the world before me,
Darker yet eternity!
3 In Thy Word I hear Thee saying,
"Come, and I will give you rest;"
Glad the gracious call obeying,
See, I hasten to Thy breast.
4 Grant, oh, grant Thy Spirit's teaching,
That I may not go astray,
Till the gate of heaven reaching,
Earth and sin are pass'd away!
S. W. Beecher's Plymouth Collection, 1855.
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601 — Pleading for Mercy.
601Pleading for Mercy.7s.
1 Jesus, full of every grace,
Now reveal Thy smiling face;
Grant the joys of sin forgiven,
Foretaste of the bliss of heaven.
2 All my guilt to Thee is known;
Thou art righteous, Thou alone,
All my help is from Thy cross;
All beside I count but loss.
3 Lord, in Thee I now believe,
Wilt Thou, wilt Thou not forgive?
Helpless at Thy feet I lie;
Saviour, leave me not to die.
Thomas Hastings, 1846?
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602 — "Jesus! Master!"
602"Jesus! Master!"7s.
1 Jesus! Master! hear my cry;
Save me, heal me with a word;
Fainting at Thy feet I lie,
Thou my whisper'd plaint hast heard
2 Jesus! Master! mercy show;
Thou art passing near my soul,
Thou my inward grief dost know,
Thou alone canst make me whole.
3 Jesus! Master! as of yore
Thou didst bid the blind man see,
Light upon my soul restore;
Jesus! Master 1 heal Thou me.
Anna Shipton, 1855.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
603 — "Jehovah Rophi."
603"Jehovah Rophi."C.M.
1 HEAL us, Emmanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel Thy touch:
Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust Thy word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!
3 Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief;
"Lord, I believe, with tears he cried,
"Oh, help my unbelief!"
4 She, too, who touch'd Thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunn'd Thy view,
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.
6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come
To touch Thee if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal'd away.
William Cowper, 1779.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
604 — Plead for me!
604Plead for me!8.8.8.6.
1 O THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lovest Him to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend.
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And fainting I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have err'd and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 And when my dying hour draws near,
Then, to preserve my soul from fear,
Lord, to my fading sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Charlotte Elliott, 1835, a.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
605 — "Let us return."
605"Let us return."C.M.
1 COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.
3 Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd;
The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.
4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.
5 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground.
6 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
John Morrison, 1781.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
606 — Give me Christ.
606Give me Christ.7s.
1 GRACIOUS Lord, Incline Thine ear,
My requests vouchsafe to hear;
Hear my never-ceasing cry;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
2 Wealth and honour I disdain,
Earthly comforts all are vain;
These can never satisfy,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
3 Lord, deny me what Thou wilt,
Only ease me of my guilt;
Suppliant at Thy feet I lie,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
4 All unholy, all unclean,
I am nothing else but sin;
On Thy mercy I rely,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
5 Thou dost freely save the lost!
Only in Thy grace I trust:
With my earnest suit comply;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
6 Thou hast promised to forgive
All who in Thy Son believe;
Lord, I know Thou canst not lie;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
7 Father, dost Thou seem to frown?
I take shelter in Thy Son!
Jesus, to Thy arms I fly,
Save me, Lord, or else I die.
William Hammond, 1745.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
607 — "Bless me, even me also, O my Father!"
607"Bless me, even me also, O my Father!"P.M.
1 LORD, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering, full and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me,
Even me.
2 Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me,
Even me.
3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour!
Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favour;
When Thou comest, call for me,
Even me.
4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me,
Even me.
5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving Thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh forgive and rescue me,
Even me.
6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of God, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me,
Even me.
7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing,
Satan's slave Thy child shall be,
All my heart to Thee is springing;
Blessing others, oh bless me.
Even me. Elizabeth Codner, 1860.
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608 — Jesus, save me.
608Jesus, save me.C.M.
1 Jesus, Thy power I fain would feel,
For Thy sweet love I faint:
Oh let Thine ears consider well
The voice of my complaint.
2 Thou see'st me yet a slave to sin,
And destitute of God;
Oh purify my soul within
By Thine all-cleansing blood.
3 O Jesus, undertake for me,
Thy peace to me be given;
For while I stand away from Thee,
I stand away from heaven.
4 Reject not, Lord, my humble prayers,
Nor yet my soul destroy:
Thine only Son hath sown in tears
That I might reap in joy.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759, a.
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609 — Substitution pleaded.
609Substitution pleaded.C.M.
1 THE spotless Saviour lived for me,
And died upon the mount:
The obedience of His life and death
Is placed to my account.
2 Canst Thou forget that awful hour,
That sad, tremendous scene,
When Thy dear blood on Calvary
Flow'd out at every vein?
3 No, Saviour, no; Thy wounds are fresh,
E'en now they intercede;
Still, in effect, for guilty man
Incessantly they bleed.
4 Thine ears of mercy still attend
A contrite sinner's cries,
A broken heart that groans for God,
Thou never wilt despise.
5 Oh love incomprehensible,
That made Thee bleed for me?
The Judge of all hath suffered death
To set His prisoner free!
Augustus M. Toplady, 1769
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610 — Pleading the Blood.
610Pleading the Blood.8.8.6.
1 REMEMBER, Lord, that Jesus bled,
That Jesus bow'd His dying head,
And sweated bloody sweat:
He bore Thy wrath and curse for me
In His own body on the tree,
And more than paid my debt.
2 Surely He hath my pardon bought,
A perfect righteousness wrought out,
His people to redeem:
Oh that His righteousness might be
By grace imputed now to me,
As were my sins to Him.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
611 — Sheltering at the Cross.
611Sheltering at the Cross.L.M. 6 lines.
1 REDEEMER, whither should I flee
Or how escape the wrath to comet
The weary sinner flies to Thee
For shelter from impending doom;
Smile on me, dearest Lord, and show
Thyself the friend of sinners now.
2 Beneath the shadow of Thy cross
My heavy-laden soul finds rest;
Let me esteem the world as dross,
So I may be of Thee possess'd!
I borrow every joy from Thee,
For Thou art life and light to me.
3 Close to my Saviour's bloody tree
My soul untired shall ever cleave;
Both scourged and crucified with Thee,
With Christ resolved to die and live:
My prayer, my great ambition this,
Living and dying to be His.
4 Oh nail me to the sacred wood,
There tie me with Thy Spirit's chain;
There seal me with Thy fastening blood,
Nor ever let me loose again:
There let me bow my suppliant knee,
And own no other Lord but Thee!
Augustus M. Toplady, 1760.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
612 — Penitential Sight.
612Penitential Sight.7s.
1 FATHER, at Thy call I come!
In Thy bosom there is room
For a guilty soul to hide,
Press'd with grief on every side.
2 Here I'll make my piteous moan;
Thou canst understand a groan!
Here my sins and sorrows tell,
What I feel Thou knowest well,
3 Ah! how foolish I have been
To obey the voice of sin,
To forget Thy love to me!
And to break my vows to Thee.
4 Darkness fills my trembling soul;
Floods of sorrow o'er me roll;
Pity, Father, pity me;
All my hope's alone in Thee.
5 But may such a wretch as I,
Self-condemn'd and doom'd to die,
Ever hope to be forgiven,
And be smiled upon by Heaven?
6 May I round Thee cling and twine,
Call myself a child of Thine;
And presume to claim a part
In a tender Father's heart?
7 Yes, I may; for I espy
Pity trickling from Thine eye:
'Tis a Father's bowels move,
Move with pardon and with love.
8 Well I do remember too,
What His love hath deign'd to do;
How He sent a Saviour down,
All my follies to atone.
9 Has my elder Brother died?
And is justice satisfied?
Why—oh why—should I despair
Of my Father's tender care?
Samuel Stennett, 1787.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
613 — "My Spirit longeth for Thee."
613"My Spirit longeth for Thee."7.6.
1 MY spirit longs for Thee
Within my troubled breast,
Un-worthy though I be
Of so divine a guest.
2 Of so divine a guest
Unworthy though I be,
Yet has my heart no rest
Unless it come from Thee.
3 Unless it come from Thee,
In vain I look around;
In all that I can see
No rest is to be found.
4 No rest is to be found
But in Thy blessed love!
Oh let my wish be crown'd;
And send it from above!
John Byrom, 1773.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
614 — Rest in Jesus.
614Rest in Jesus.S.M.
1 OH may I never rest
Till I find rest in Thee,
Till of my pardon here possess'd
I feel Thy love to me!
2 Turn not Thy face away,
Thy look can make me clean;
Me in Thy wedding robes array,
And cover all my sin.
3 Tell me, my God, for whom
Thy precious blood was shed;
For sinners? Lord, as such I come,
For such the Saviour bled.
4 Then raise a fallen wretch,
Display Thy grace in me;
I am not out of mercy's reach,
Nor too far gone for Thee.
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
615 — "We would see Jesus."
615"We would see Jesus."7s.
1 JESUS, God of love, attend,
From Thy glorious throne descend;
Answer now some waiting heart,
Now some harden'd soul convert:
To our Advocate we fly,
Let us feel Immanuel nigh;
Manifest Thy love abroad,
Make us now the sons of God.
2 Prostrate at Thy mercy-seat
Let us our Beloved meet,
Give us in Thyself a part
Deep engraven on Thine heart;
Let us hear Thy pardoning voice,
Bid the broken bones rejoice!
Condemnation do away,
Oh make this the perfect day!
Augustus M. Toplady, 1759.
—Our Own Hymn-Book
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