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"Backward never looking"

Author: Godfrey Thring Hymnal: Laudes Domini #322 (1890) Topics: Backsliding; Backsliding First Line: Nearer, ever nearer Lyrics: 1 Nearer, ever nearer, Christ, we draw to thee, Deep in adoration Bending low the knee: Thou for our redemption Cam'st on earth to die; Thou, that we might follow, Hast gone up on high. 2 Onward, ever onward, Journeying o'er the road Worn by saints before us, Journeying on to God: Leaving all behind us May we hasten on, Backward never looking Till the prize is won. 3 Higher then and higher Bear the ransomed soul, Earthly toils forgotten, Saviour, to its goal; Where in joys unthought of Saints with angels sing, Never weary raising Praises to their King. Languages: English

"A clean heart"

Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: Laudes Domini #323 (1890) Topics: Backsliding; Backsliding First Line: Oh, for a heart to praise my God Lyrics: 1 Oh, for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free; A heart that always feels thy blood So freely shed for me! 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My dear Redeemer's throne; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone! 3 Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean! Which neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within. 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And filled with love divine; Perfect, and right, and pure, and good; An image, Lord! of thine. 5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love. Languages: English Tune Title: FARRANT

Come, thou Fount of every blessing

Author: R. Robinson, 1735-1790 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #461 (1917) Topics: Backsliding Fear of; Backsliding Fear of Lyrics: 1 Come, thou Fount of every blessing Tune my heart to sing Thy grace, Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some celestial measure, Sung by ransomed hosts above; O the vast, the boundless treasure Of my Lord's unchanging love! 2 Here I raise my Ebenezer; Hither by Thy help I've come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God: He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood. 3 O to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let Thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee. Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above! Languages: English Tune Title: NETTLETON

Come, let us to the Lord our God

Author: Dr. J. Morison, 1749-1798 Hymnal: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book #471 (1917) Topics: Backsliding Return from; Backsliding Return from Lyrics: 1 Come, let us to the Lord our God With contrite hearts return; Our God is gracious, nor will leave The desolate to mourn. 2 His voice commands the tempest forth, And stills the stormy wave; His arm, though it be strong to smite, Is also strong to save. 3 Long hath the sight of sorrow reigned; The dawn shall bring us light; God shall appear, and we shall rise With gladness in His sight. 4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice. 5 As dew upon the tender herb, Diffusing fragrance round; As showers that usher in the spring, And cheer the thirsty ground; 6 So shall His presence bless our souls, And shed a joyful light; That hallowed morn shall chase away The sorrows of the night. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. PETER

Let mortal tongues attempt to sing

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #504 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Distress of soul, or backsliding and desertion Lyrics: Let mortal tongues attempt to sing The wars of heav'n, when Michael stood Chief general of th' Eternal King, And fought the battles of our God. Against the dragon and his host The armies of the Lord prevail: In vain they rage, in vain they boast, Their courage sinks, their weapons fail. Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump of triumph blown, And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. Now is the hour of darkness past, Christ has assum'd his reigning power; Behold the great accuser cast Down from the skies to rise no more. 'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word and powerful name They gain'd the battle and renown. Rejoice, ye heav'ns; let every star Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heav'nly war, Raise your Deliv'rer's name on high. Scripture: Revelation 12:7 Languages: English

In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts #505 (1835) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul in distress and desertion; Distress of soul, or backsliding and desertion Lyrics: In Gabriel's hand a mighty stone Lies, a fair type of Babylon: "Prophets, rejoice, and all ye saints, God shall avenge your long complaints." He said, and dreadful as he stood, He sunk the millstone in the flood: "Thus terribly shall Babel fall, Thus, and no more be found at all." Scripture: Revelation 18:20-21 Languages: English

Psalm 51 Part 1

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.118 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive Lyrics: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live: Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? My crimes are great, but not surpass The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pard'ning love be found. O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain my eyes. My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Psalm 51 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.119 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin Lyrics: Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're defiled in every part. [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true; O make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] Behold, I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean The leprosy lies deep within. No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Psalm 51 Part 3

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.120 (1806) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics: O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 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. I cannot live without thy light Cast out and banished from thy sight: Thine holy joys, my God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more. Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, His help and comfort still afford; And let a wretch come near thy throne, To plead the merits of thy Son. A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just: Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Savior's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Psalm 51 Part 2

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.122 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backsliding soul restored First Line: O God of mercy, hear my call Lyrics: O God of mercy, hear my call, My loads of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall, That bars me from my love. Give me the presence of thy grace, Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. No blood of goats nor heifers slain, For sin could e'er atone; The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. A soul oppressed with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-17 Languages: English