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Jesus, if still thou art to-day

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXIV (1788) Topics: Penitential 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 show, 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. Languages: English

Jesu, lover of my soul

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXV (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 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 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 defenseless 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 mine heart, Rise to all eternity. Languages: English

O love divine, how sweet thou art!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXVI (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O love divine, how sweet thou art! When shall I find my willing heart All taken up by thee? I thirst, I faint, I die to prove The greatness of redeeming love, The love of Christ to me! 2 Stronger his love than death or hell; Its riches are unsearchable; The first-born sons of light Desire in vain its depths to see; They cannot reach the mystery, The length, and breadth, and height. 3 God only knows the love of God; O that it now were shed abroad In this poor stony heart! For love I sigh, for love I pine; This only portion, Lord, be mine! Be mine this better part! 4 O that I could forever sit, With Mary at the Master’s feet! Be this my happy choice: My only care, delight, and bliss, My joy, my heav'n on earth be this, To hear the Bridegroom’s voice! 4 O that I could, with favour'd John, Recline my weary head upon The dear Redeemer's breast! From care and sin, and sorrow free, Give me, O Lord, to find in thee My everlasting rest! Languages: English

Ah! whither should I go

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXVII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Ah! whither should I go, Burden'd, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show, And pour out my complaint? My Saviour bids me come; Ah! why do I delay? He calls the weary sinner home, And yet from him I stay. 2 What is it keeps me back, From which I can not part? Which will not let the Saviour take Possession of my heart? Some cursed thing unknown Must surely lurk within; Some idol, which I will not own, Some secret bosom-sin. 3 Jesu, the hind'rance show, Which I have fear'd to see; Yet let me now consent to know What keeps me out of thee. Searcher of hearts, in mine Thy trying pow'r display; Into the darkest corners shine, And take the veil away. 4 I now believe, in thee Compassion reigns alone; According to my faith, to me O let it, Lord be done! In me is all the bar, Which thou would'st fain remove; Remove it, and I shall declare, That God is only love. Languages: English

Father of Jesus Christ the just

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXVIII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Father of Jesus Christ the just, My Friend and Advocate with thee, Pity a soul that fain would trust In him who liv'd and dy'd for me; But only thou canst make him known, And in my heart reveal thy Son. 2 If, drawn by thine alluring grace, My want of living faith I feel, Show me in Christ thy smiling face, What flesh and blood can ne'er reveal; Thy co-eternal Son display, And call my darkness into day. 3 The gift unspeakable impart; Command the light of faith to shine; To shine in my dark, drooping heart, And fill me with the life divine: Now bid the new creation be! O God, let there be faith in me. Languages: English

O Jesus my hope

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXIX (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O Jesus my hope, For me offered up, Who with clamour pursu'd thee to Calvary’s top: The blood thou hast shed, For me let it plead, And declare thou hast dy'd in thy murderer’s stead. 2 Now, now let me know Its virtue below; Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let it hallow my heart, And throughly convert, And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art. 3 Each moment apply'd, My weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide: My advocate prove With the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love. Languages: English

Come, holy celestial Dove

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXX (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Come, holy celestial Dove, To visit a sorrowful breast, My burthen of guilt to remove, And bring me assurance and rest: Thou only hast pow'r to relieve A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load; The sense of acceptance to give, And sprinkle his heart with thy blood. 2 With me if of old thou hast strove, And strangely with-held from my sin, And try'd, by the lure of thy love, My worthless affections to win: The work of thy mercy revive; Thy uttermost mercy exert; And kindly continue to strive, And hold till I yield thee my heart. 3 Thy call if I ever have known, And sigh'd from myself to get free; And groan'd the unspeakable groan, And long'd to be happy in thee: Fulfil the imperfect desire, Thy peace to my conscience reveal, The sense of thy favour inspire, And give me my pardon to feel! 4 If, when I have put thee to grief, And madly to folly return'd, Thy pity has been my relief, And lifted me up as I mourn'd: Most pitiful Spirit of Grace, Relieve me again, and restore; My spirit in holiness raise, To fall and to suffer no more. 5 If now I lament after God, And gasp for a drop of thy love, If Jesus hath bought thee with blood, For me to receive from above: Come, heav'nly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permant home, And seal me eternally thine! Languages: English

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXI (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Tho' I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 3 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest, Nor in thy righteous anger swear T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, From now O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy rest of love receive, And bless me with a calm repose. 5 From now my weary soul release, Up-raise me by thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land. Languages: English

Weary of wand'ring from my God

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Weary of wand'ring from my God, And now made willing to return, I hear, and bow me to the rod: For thee, not without hope, I mourn; I have an Advocate above, A Friend before the throne of love. 2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace; More full of grace than I of sin, Yet once again I seek thy face, Open thine arms and take me in. And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still. 3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back, My fallen spirit to restore; O! for thy truth and mercy's sake, Forgive and bid me sin no more! The ruins of my soul repair, And make my heart a house of pray'r. 4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart, That trembles at th' approach of sin! A godly fear of sin impart; Implant and root it deep within! That I may dread thy gracious pow'r, And never dare to offend thee more. Languages: English

To the haven of thy breast

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXIII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man, I fly, Be my refuge and my rest, For O the storm is high! Save me from the furious blast A covert from the tempest be; Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast The storm of sin I see. 2 Welcome as the water-spring To a dry barren place; O descend on me and bring The sweet-refreshing grace; O'er a parch'd and weary land, As a great rock extends its shade, Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand, And screen my naked head. 3 In the time of my distress Thou hast my succour been, In my utter helplessness Restraining me from sin; O how swiftly didst thou move To save me in the trying hour! Still protect me with thy love, And shield me with thy pow'r. 4 First and last in me perform The work thou hast begun; Be my shelter from the storm, My shadow from the sun: Let me hang upon my God, Till I thy perfect glory see, Till the sprinkling of thy blood Shall speak me up to thee. Languages: English