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O thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXIV (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold me not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thy saving strength, O Lord, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
4 Tho' I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
6 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
7 O may thy love inspire my tongue,
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Languages: English
O thou that hear'st when sinners cry
O that I could my Lord receive
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXV (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O that I could my Lord receive,
Who did the world redeem!
Who gave his life, that I might live
A life conceal'd in him.
2 O that I could the blessing prove,
My heart's extreme desire;
Live happy in my Saviour's love,
And in his arms expire!
3 Mercy I ask to seal my peace,
That, kept by mercy's pow'r,
I may from ev'ry evil cease,
And never grieve thee more!
4 Now, if thy gracious will it be,
Ev'n now my sins remove,
And set my soul at liberty
By thy victorious love.
5 In answer to ten thousand pray'rs,
Thou pard'ning God descend,
Number me with salvation's heirs,
My sins and troubles end.
6 Nothing I ask, or want beside
Of all in earth of heav'n;
But let me feel thy blood apply'd,
And live, and die forgiv'n. Languages: English
O that I could my Lord receive
Drooping soul, shake off thy fears
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXVI (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Drooping soul, shake off thy fears,
Fearful soul, be strong, be bold;
Tarry till the Lord appears,
Never, never quit thy hold:
Murmur not at his delay,
Dare not set thy God a time,
Calmly for his coming stay,
Leave it, leave it all to him.
2 Fainting soul, be bold, be strong;
Wait the leisure of thy Lord;
Thought it seem to tarry long,
True and faithful is his word:
On his word my soul I cast,
(He cannot himself deny)
Surely it shall speak at last;
It shall speak, and shall not lye.
3 Ev'ry one that seeks shall find:
Ev'ry one that asks shall have:
Christ, the Saviour of mankind,
Willing, able all to save,
I shall his salvation see,
I in faith on Jesus call,
I from sin shall be set free,
Perfectly set free from all.
4 Lord, my time is in thine hand,
Weak and helpless as I am,
Surely thou canst make me stand;
I believe in Jesu's name:
Saviour in temptation thou,
Thou hast sav'd me heretofore,
Thou from sin dost save me now;
Thou shalt save me evermore.
Languages: English
Drooping soul, shake off thy fears
Why should the children of a king
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXVII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Why should the children of a king
Go mourning all their days?
Great Comforter, descend, and bring
The tokens of thy grace!
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And shew my sins forgiv'n?
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May thy blest wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home. Languages: English
Why should the children of a king
My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXXVIII (1788) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
Awake, my sluggish soul!
Nothing has half thy work to do;
Yet nothing's half so dull.
2 Go to the ants; for one poor grain,
See how they toil and strive;
Yet we, who have a heav'n t'obtain,
How negligent we live!
3 We for whose sake all nature stands,
And stars their courses move;
We for whose guards the angel bands
Come flying from above.
4 We for whom God the Son came down,
And labour'd for our good,
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!
5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill,
And warm our frozen hearts.
6 Give us with active warmth to move,
With vig'rous souls to rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love
To fly and take the prize.
Languages: English
My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?
Father of Lights, from whom proceeds
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XVIII (1790) 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 (1790) Meter: 6.6.8.6 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 skreen 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!
Jesu, let thy pitying eye
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XX (1790) Topics: Penitential 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 restor'd,
On me be all long-suff'ring 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 show!
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. Languages: English
Jesu, let thy pitying eye
Let the world their virtue boast
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #XXI (1790) 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 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 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 confess'd,
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
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