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Jesus, meek and gentle

Author: George R. Prynne Meter: 6.5.6.5 Appears in 259 hymnals Topics: Sin Confession of, Contrition for, Conviction of Used With Tune: ERNSTEIN

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 3 hymnals Topics: Sinner Under conviction First Line: See the rash youth, defil'd with sin Lyrics: Part I The sinner departing from God: 1 See the rash youth, defil'd with sin, Hear how he claims with haughty voice, To have his portion, and begin In vice and madness to rejoice. 2 His father gave with bounteous hands, Richly were all his wants supply'd; Thankless he took; in foreign lands Wasted in pleasure, pomp and pride. 3 In lust and wine he spent the whole, Forgot his Father and his home; Nor thought nor felt he had a soul Expos'd to meet the wrath to come. 4 The giddy crowd that round him throng, In every sinful folly join; Approve the mirth and chant the song That casts contempt on things divine. 5 Thus lur'd by charms of flattering vice, The rebel sees his substance fled; His friends forsake, his wants arise, For sin has struck his comforts dead. Part II The sinner under conviction: 6 With dying want the sinner cries, Nor thinks rebellion makes his pain; To strangers, far from home, applies, Nor seeks his Father's grace to gain. 7 See the poor wretch with hunger prest, Sunk low with swine to have a share; Alas! how far from peaceful rest, Tortur'd by conscience, guilt and fear. 8 'Tis thus the God of sov'reign grace Begins to bring a rebel home; The spirit shews his wretched case, And points a judgment still to come. 9 Now self-condemn'd to works he flies And thinks to cleanse a guilty mind, Still far from penitence, which cries To God for help, and feels resign'd. 10 Blinded by sin, to duty lost, He grasps the husks and hates the bread; Hill all his expectations crost, His hopes from self and means are fled. Part III The Sinner brought to true repentance: 11 Now see the Rebel raise his eyes, From dreaming folly just awake; His soul relents with strange surprise, And all his heart begins to break. 12 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear This death I feel in sinful lands, While servants of my Father share The liberal bounty of his hands. 13 With deep repentance on my tongue, I'll go and seek my Father's face, Unworthy to be call'd a son, I'll only ask a servant's place. 14 I'll tell him how I've griev'd his love, And basely fled his holy sight, How I've provok'd all heav'n above, Nor thought or done a thing that's right. 15 Far off his Father saw him come, And o'er him all his bowels yearn'd; He rose to bless and greet his son, And crown with grace his safe return. 16 The Rebel's heart with sorrow fill'd, Bled for the crimes, which he had done: Through all the Courts the triumph smil'd, And sang the Father's grace alone.

The Door Open

Author: Anon. Appears in 71 hymnals Topics: Hope Under Conviction First Line: The mistakes of my life are many Refrain First Line: I know I am weak and sinful Used With Tune: AN OPEN DOOR

Oh, that my load of sin were gone!

Meter: 8.8.8.8 Appears in 447 hymnals Topics: Conviction

Out of the deep I cry to Thee

Author: Dr. Martin Luther, 1483-1546; Rev. Benjamin LaTrobe, 1725-1786 Appears in 11 hymnals Topics: Conviction of Sin Used With Tune: DE PROFUNDIS

O Jesus, let me bless thy Name!

Appears in 8 hymnals Topics: For Mourners convicted of Sin

Pardon and Purity

Author: Benjamin Beddome Appears in 50 hymnals Topics: Hope Under Conviction; Hope Under Conviction First Line: Can sinners hope for heaven Lyrics: 1 Can sinners hope for heaven, Who love this world so well? Or dream of future happiness, While on the road to hell? 2 Shall they hosannas sing, With an unhallowed tongue? Shall palms adorn the guilty hand Which does its neighbor wrong? 3 Thy grace, O God, alone, Good hope can e'er afford! The pardoned and the pure shall see The glory of the Lord. Used With Tune: PRAYER

For Your Gift of God the Spirit

Author: Margaret Clarkson Meter: 8.7.8.7 D Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: Sin Conviction of Lyrics: 1 For your gift of God the Spirit, pow'r to make our lives anew, pledge of life and hope of glory, Savior, we would worship you. Crowning gift of resurrection sent from your ascended throne, fullness of the very Godhead, come to make your life our own. 2 He, who in creation's dawning brooded on the lifeless deep, still across our nature's darkness moves to wake our souls from sleep, moves to stir, to draw, to quicken, thrusts us through with sense of sin; brings to birth and seals and fills us - saving Advocate within. 3 He, himself the living Author, wakes to life the sacred Word, reads with us its holy pages and reveals our risen Lord. He it is who works within us, teaching rebel hearts to pray, he whose holy intercessions rise for us both night and day. 4 He, the mighty God, in-dwells us; his to strengthen, help, empow'r; his to overcome the tempter, ours to call in danger's hour. In his strength we dare to battle all the raging hosts of sin, and by him alone we conquer foes without and foes within. 5 Father, grant your Holy Spirit in our hearts may rule today, grieved not, quenched not, but unhindered, work in us his sovereign way. Fill us with your holy fullness, God the Father, Spirit, Son; in us, through us, then, forever, shall your perfect will be done. Scripture: Ephesians 1:12-14 Used With Tune: BLAENWERN

Jesus, save my dying soul

Appears in 64 hymnals Topics: Conviction Lyrics: 1 Jesus, save my dying soul, Make the broken spirit whole; Humbled in the dust I lie; Saviour, leave me not to die. 2 Jesus, full of ev'ry grace, Now reveal Thy smiling face; Grant the joy of sin forgiven, Foretaste of the bliss of heaven. 3 All my guilt to Thee is known-- Thou art righteous, Thou alone; All my help is from Thy cross; All beside I count but loss. 4 Lord, in Thee I now believe; Wilt Thou--wilt Thou not forgive? Helpless at Thy feet I lie; Saviour, leave me not to die.

My heart, how dreadful hard it is!

Appears in 17 hymnals Topics: Conviction of Sin by the Cross of Christ Lyrics: 1 My Heart, how dreadful hard it is! How heavy here it lies, Heavy and cold within my Breast, Just like a Rock of Ice! 2 Sin, like a raging Tyrant, sits Upon this flinty Throne, And ev'ry Grace lies bury'd deep Beneath this Heart of Stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the Joys above? This Mountain presses down my Faith, And chills my flaming Love. 4 When smiling Mercy courts my Soul With all its heav'nly Charms, This stubborn, this relentless Thing Would thrust it from my Arms. 5 Against the Thunders of thy Word, Rebellious I have stood; My Heart! it shakes not at the Wrath And Terrors of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this Rock of mine In thine own Crimson Sea! None but a Bath of Blood divine Can melt the Flint away.