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I lift my hands, and with my heart
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #38 (1907) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Hymns from the East Lyrics:
I
I lift my hands, and with my heart,
My prayer ascends to Thee;
In mercy take a sinner’s part,
Lord, send Thy help to me.
II
Lo! in the mire of sin I lie,
My raiment all defiled;
O come and set me up on high,
And save Thy fallen child.
III
I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,—
I can but mourn and sigh;
Do what I may, the guilt remains,
I fail oft’ as I try.
IV
In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send,
For merciful art Thou;
And prove Thyself the sinner’s Friend,—
O come and help me now.
V
And let my life be ordered quite,
As Thou wouldst have it be;
When I am wrong, O set me right,—
Lord, come and succour me.
VI
And hold me up, lest to the mire
Of sin my soul return;
O let Thy love my spirit fire,
And base affections burn.
VII
And glory to my God I’ll give,
And glory to the Son,
And to the Spirit while I live,
Great, Blessed, Three in One.
Topics: Aspirations Languages: English
I lift my hands, and with my heart
I lift my hands, and with my heart
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns of the Russian Church #68 (1920) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Russian Church Lyrics:
I lift my hands, and with my heart
My prayer ascends to Thee;
In mercy take a sinner's part;
Lord, send Thy help to me.
Lo, in the mire of sin I lie,
My raiment all defiled;
O come, and set me up on high,
And save Thy fallen child.
I cannot cleanse the filthy stains,--
I can but mourn and sigh;
For all I do, the guilt remains,
I fail oft as I try.
In mercy, Lord, Thy mercy send,
For merciful art Thou;
And prove Thyself the sinner's Friend;--
O, come and help me now,
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And let my life be ordered quite,
As Thou wouldst have it be;
When I am wrong, then set me right;--
Lord, come and succour me.
And hold me up, lest to the mire
Of sin My soul return;
Let Thy pure love my spirit fire,
And base affection burn.
Languages: English
I lift my hands, and with my heart
