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Alas, alas, how blind I've been

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #261 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Alas, alas how blind I've been, How little of myself I've seen! Sportive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God, whom I defy'd. 2 Oft have I heard of heav'n, and hell, Where bliss and wo eternal dwell; But mock'd the threats of truth divine, And scorn'ed the place where angels shine. 3 My heart has long refus'd the blood Of Jesus, the descending God; And guilty passion boldly broke The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 4 Th'alluring world control'd my choice; When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice; Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless millions first had trod. 5 But now, th'Almighty God comes near And fills my soul with awful fear-- Perhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again.
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Come, my fond fluttering heart

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #269 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come, struggle to be free, Thou and the world must part, However hard it be: My trembling spirit owns it just, But cleaves yet closer to the dust. 2 Ye tempting sweets, forbear, Ye dearest idols, fall; My heart ye must not share, Jesus shall have it all: ‘Tis bitter pain, ‘tis cruel smart, But ah! thou must consent, my heart! 3 Ye fair enchanting throng! Ye golden dreams, farewell! Earth has prevail'd too long, And now I break the spell: Ye cherish'd joys of early years, Jesus, forgive these parting tears. 4 But must I part with all? My heart still fondly pleads, Yes--Dagon's self must fall, It beats, it throbs, it bleeds. Is there no balm in Gilead found To sooth and heal the smarting wound? 5 O yes, there is a balm, A kind physician there, My fever'd mind to calm, To bid me not despair: Aid me, dear Saviour, set me free, And I will all resign to thee. 6 O may I feel thy worth, And let no idol dare, No vanity of earth, With thee, my Lord, compare: Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart!

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