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Jesu, at whose supreme command

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #CCXXVII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesu, at whose supreme command, We thus approach to God, Before us in thy vesture stand, Thy vesture dipt in blood. 2 Obedient to thy gracious word, We break the hallow'd bread, Commemorate our dying Lord, And trust on thee to feed. 3 Now, Saviour, now thyself reveal, And make thy nature known, Affix the sacramental seal, And stamp us for thine own. 4 The tokens of thy dying love, O let us all receive, And feel the quick'ning Spirit move, And sensibly believe. 5 The cup of blessing blest by thee, Let it thy blood impart; The bread thy mystic body be, And cheer each languid heart. 6 The grace which sure salvation brings, Let us herewith receive; Satiate the hungry with good things, The hidden manna give. Topics: Sacramental Languages: English

Jesus, come, thou hope of glory

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #XLVI (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, come, thou hope of glory; Purify me, that I May with saints adore thee. 2 Big with earnest expectation, Still I sit at thy feet, Longing for salvation. 3 My poor heart vouchsafe to dwell in, Make me thine, Love divine, By thy spirit's sealing. 4 Thou hast laid the sure foundation Of my hope, build me up; Finish thy creation. 5 From this inbred sin deliver; Let the yoke now be broke, Make me thine for ever. 6 Partner of thy perfect nature, let me be, now in thee, A new spotless creature. 7 Perfect when I walk before thee, Soon or late, then translate To the realms of glory. Topics: Petition Languages: English

Jesus, from whom all blessings flow

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #CII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, from whom all blessings flow, Great builder of thy church below, If now thy Spirit moves my breast, Hear and fulfil thine own request. 2 The few that truly call thee Lord, And wait thy sanctifying word, And thee their utmost Saviour own, Unite, and perfect them in one. 3 O let them all thy mind express, Stand forth thy chosen witnesses; Thy pow'r unto salvation show, And perfect holiness below. 4 In them let all mankind behold How christians liv'd in days of old; Mighty their envious foes to move, A proverb of reproach — and love. 5 O might my lot be cast with these, The least of Jesu’s witnesses! O that my Lord would count me meet To wash his dear disciples feet! 6 This only thing do I require: Thou know'st ’tis all my heart’s desire; Freely what I receive to give, The servant of thy church to live. 7 After my lowly Lord to go, And wait upon thy saints below, Enjoy the grace to angels giv'n, And serve the royal heirs of heav'n. 8 Lord, if I now thy drawings feel, And ask according to thy will; Confirm the pray'r, the seal impart, And speak the answer to my heart. 9 Tell me, or thou shalt never go, "Thy prayer is heard; it shall be so." The word hath pass'd thy lips, and I, Shall with thy people live and die. Topics: Petition Languages: English

Jesu, great Shepherd of the sheep

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #CXC (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesu, great Shepherd of the sheep, To thee for help we fly: Thy little flock in safety keep! For O the wolf is nigh! 2 He comes, of hellish malice full, To scatter, tear, and slay: He seizes ev'ry straggling soul, As his own lawful prey. 3 Us into thy protection take, And gather with thy arm! Unless the fold we first forsake, The wolf can never harm. 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel pow'r, While by our shepherd's side; The sheep he never can devour, Unless he first divide. 5 O do not suffer him to part The souls that here agree! But make us of one mind and heart, And keep us one in thee! 6 Together let us sweetly live! Together let us die! And each a starry crown receive, And reign above the sky. Topics: For Persons joined in Fellowship Languages: English

Jesus hath dy'd that I might live

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #CXI (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesus hath dy'd that I might live, Might live to God alone, In him eternal life receive, And be in spirit one. 2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace, The gift unspeakable; And wait, with arms of faith t' embrace, And all thy love to feel. 3 My soul breaks out in strong desire, The perfect bliss to prove; My longing heart is all on fire To be dissolv'd in love. 4 Give me thyself, from ev'ry boast, From ev'ry wish set free: Let all I am in thee be lost, But give thyself to me. 5 Thy gifts, alas! cannot suffice, Unless thyself be giv'n; Thy presence makes my paradise, And where thou art is heav'n! Topics: Petition Languages: English

Jesu, if still the same thou art

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #XXIII (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesu, if still the same thou art, If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: To me be all thy treasures giv'n, The kingdom of an inward heav'n. 2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn: I cannot, no, I will not rest, Till thou my only rest return; Till thou my Prince of peace, appear, And I receive the comforter. 3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd On all that hunger after thee? I hunger now, I thirst for God! See, the poor fainting sinner see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy right'ousness. 4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray; Hear in my heart thy spirit's cry, Mark when my lab'ring soul would say; Answer the deep unutter'd groan, And shew that thou and I are one. 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in thy light I then shall see; Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, "Glory divine is ris'n on thee: "Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er: "Look up – for thou shalt weep no more." 6 Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thine hands my All resign, And wait till all thou art is mine. Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Jesus, if still thou art to-day

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #XXIV (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, if still thou art to-day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name. 2 If still thou go'st about to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may shew, Be all thy wonders shew'd. 3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet. 4 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin; But if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 5 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands, And lift them up in pray'r. 6 Silent (alas! thou know'st how long) My voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise. 7 Lame at the pool I still am found: Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. 9 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find thee near; Jesus, in mercy, hear my cry Thou Son of David hear. 10 Long have I waited in the way, For thee, the heav'nly light; Command me to be brought, and say, Sinner, receive thy sight. Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Jesu, let thy pitying eye

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #XX (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesu, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep; Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: Give what I have long implor'd, A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 3 For thine own compassion's sake The gracious wonder shew! Cast my sins behind thy back, And wash me white as snow: If thy bowels now are stirr'd, If I now myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 4 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die! Life, and happiness, and love, Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd The first apostate man, Saw him welt'ing in his blood, And bade him rise again; Speak my paradise restor'd, Redeem me by thy grace alone: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 6 Look, as when thy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die, My Saviour gasp'd) "forgive!" Surely with that dying word, He turns and looks, and cries, "'tis done" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone. Topics: Penitential Languages: English

Jesu, Lord, we look to thee

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #CXCIV (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesu, Lord, we look to thee, Let us in thy name agree; Shew thyself the Prince of peace: Bid our jars for ever cease. 2 By thy reconciling Love, Ev'ry stumbling-block remove: Each to each unite, endear, Come and spread thy banner here! 3 Make us of one heart and mind, Courteous, pitiful, and kind; Lowly, meek, in thought and word, Altogether like our Lord. 4 Let us for each other care, Each the other's burden bear; To thy church the pattern give, Shew how true believers live. 5 Free from anger and from pride, Let us thus in God abide; All the depths of love express, All the heights of holiness. 6 Let us then with joy remove To the family above: On the wings of angels fly; Shew how true believers die. Topics: For Persons joined in Fellowship Languages: English

Jesus, lover of my soul

Hymnal: PHBD1791 #XXV (1791) Lyrics: 1 Jesus, 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 is past; Safe into the haven guide, O 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 mine help from thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More that 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 mine heart, Rise to all eternity. Topics: Penitential Languages: English