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Look down from heaven, and behold
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #S65 (1876) Topics: Penitential Scripture: Isaiah 63:15
Look down from heaven, and behold
Trust in the LORD, and do good
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #S66 (1876) Topics: Penitential Scripture: Psalm 37:3
Trust in the LORD, and do good
The steps of a good man are ordered by JEHOVAH
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #S67 (1876) Topics: Penitential Scripture: Psalm 37:23
The steps of a good man are ordered by JEHOVAH
The law of JEHOVAH is perfect
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #S68 (1876) Topics: Penitential Scripture: Psalm 19:7
The law of JEHOVAH is perfect
JEHOVAH is my shepherd
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #S69 (1876) Topics: Penitential Scripture: Psalm 23
JEHOVAH is my shepherd
Father of Lights, from whom proceeds
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVIII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Father of Lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy ev'ry creature needs,
Whose goodness, providently nigh,
Feeds the young ravens when they cry:
To thee I look, my heart prepare,
Suggest, and hearken to my pray'r.
2 Since by thy light myself I see
Naked, and poor, and void of thee;
Thy eyes must all my thoughts survey,
Preventing what my lips would say;
Thou seest my wants, for help they call
And, ere I speak, thou know'st them all.
3 Thou know'st the baseness of my mind,
Wayward, and impotent, and blind:
Thou know'st how unsubdu'd my will,
Averse to good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.
4 Fain would I know as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see;
Fain would I all my vileness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan;
Abhor the pride that lurks within,
Detest and loath myself and sin.
5 Ah! give me, Lord, myself to feel,
My total misery reveal;
Ah! give me Lord, (I still would say)
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray;
My business this, my only care,
My life, my ev'ry breath be pray'r. Languages: English
Father of Lights, from whom proceeds
O that I could repent!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XIX (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O that I could repent!
O that I could believe!
Thou, by thy voice, the marble rent,
The rock in sunder cleave!
Thou by thy two-edg'd sword,
My soul and spirit part.
Strike with the hammer of thy word,
And break my stubborn heart.
2 Saviour, and Prince of Peace,
The double grace bestow,
Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:
Grant me my sins to feel,
And then the load remove;
Wound, and pour in, my wounds, to heal,
The balm of pard'ning love.
3 For thy own mercy’s sake,
the cursed thing remove;
And into thy protection take
The pris'ner of thy love;
In ev'ry trying hour,
Stand by my feeble soul,
And screen me from my nature's pow'r,
Till thou hast made me whole.
4 This is thy will, I know,
That I should holy be,
Should let my sin this moment go,
This moment turn to thee:
O might I now embrace
Thy all-sufficient pow'r,
And never more to sin give place,
And never grieve thee more.
Languages: English
O that I could repent!
Let the world their virtue boast
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXI (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Let the world their virtue boast,
Their works of right'ousness;
I, a wretch, undone and lost,
Am freely sav'd by grace;
Other title I disclaim,
This, only this, is all my plea,
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
2 Happy they whose joys abound
Like Jordan's swelling stream,
Who their heav'n in Christ have found,
And give the praise to him;
Let them triumph in his name,
Enjoy their full felicity;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
3 Blest are they, entirely blest,
Who can in him rejoice,
Lean on his beloved breast,
And hear the Bridegroom's voice;
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
4 Jesus, thou for me hast dy'd,
And thou in me shalt live;
I shall feel thy death apply'd,
I shall thy life receive;
To bring fire on earth thou came,
O that it now may kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus dy'd for me!
Languages: English
Let the world their virtue boast
With glorious clouds encompast round
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 With glorious clouds encompast round,
Whom angels dimly see,
Will the Unsearchable be found,
Or God appear to me?
2 Will he forsake his throne above,
Himself to worms impart?
Answer, thou Man of Grief and Love,
And speak it to my heart.
3 In manifested love explain
Thy wonderful design;
What meant the suff'ring Son of Man?
The streaming blood divine?
4 Didst thou not in our flesh appear,
And live and die below,
That I may now perceive Thee near,
And my Redeemer know?
5 Come then, and to my soul reveal
The heights and depths of grace,
Those wounds which all my sorrows heal,
That dear disfigur'd face.
6 Before my eyes of faith confest,
Stand forth a slaughter'd Lamb:
And wrap me in thy crimson vest,
And tell me all thy name.
7 Jehovah in thy person show,
Jehovah crucify'd!
And then the pard'ning God I know,
And fell the blood apply'd.
8 I view the Lamb in his own light,
Whom angels dimly see:
And gaze, transported at the sight,
To all eternity. Languages: English
With glorious clouds encompast round
Jesu, if still the same thou art
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXIII (1788) Topics: Penitential 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 pronounc'd the mourner 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 graon,
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. Languages: English
Jesu, if still the same thou art
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