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The Pool of Bethesda

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XXIII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: Beside the Gospel Pool Languages: English

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXX (1791) 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, heavenly Comforter, come, True witness of mercy divine, And make me thy permanent home, And seal me eternally thine! Languages: English

Drooping soul, shake off thy fears

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXVI (1791) 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

God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXV (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 God of my Life, look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel. But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [5 This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my Father's were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear. 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, Thy Praise shall be my Buis'ness still, And I'll declare thy Love. Languages: English

Sick-bed Devotion: Or, Pleading without repining

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #LXXXV (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: God of my Life, look gently down Languages: English

God of my Salvation, hear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXVI (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 God of my Salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy Blessing to receive: Full of Guilt alas! I am, But to thy Wounds for Refuge flee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine Eye; Balm of all my Grief and Pain, Thy Blood is always nigh: Now as yesterday the same, Thou art, and wilt for ever be: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord to pay, Nor can thy Grace procure; Empty send me not away, For I,thou know'st am poor: Dust and Ashes is my Name, My all is Sin, and Misery: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 4 No good Word, or Work, or Thought, Bring I to buy thy Grace: Pardon I accept unbought, Thy Proffer I embrace: Coming, as at first I came, To take and not bestow on thee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour from thy wounded Side, I never will depart, Here will I my Spirit hide, When I am pure in Heart, Till my Place above I claim, This only shall be all my Plea, Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. Languages: English

God of my salvation, hear

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #LXXXVI (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Languages: English

Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear, My Complaint vouchsafe to hear; Sore distrest with Guilt am I, Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Wealth and Honour I disdain, Earthly Comforts all are vain; Then can never satisfy, Give me Christ, or else I die. 3 Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only take away my Guilt; Mourning at thy Feet I lie; Give me Christ, or else I die, 4 All Unholy and Unclean, I am sinful, vile and mean; But to Thee for Mercy fly, Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the Lost; In thy Grace alone I Trust: Unto Thee I lift my Cry, Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 O my God, what shall I say? Take, oh take my Sins away! Jesu's Blood to me apply, Give me Christ, or else I die. Languages: English

Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #XCII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Languages: English

Jesu, if still the same thou art

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Jesu, if still the same thou art, If all thy promises are sure, Set up thy kingdom in my heart, And make me rich, for I am poor: To me be all thy treasures giv'n, The kingdom of an inward heav'n. 2 Thou hast pronounced the mourners blest, And lo! for thee I ever mourn: I cannot, no, I will not rest, Till thou my only rest return; Till thou my Prince of peace, appear, And I receive the comforter. 3 Where is the blessedness bestow'd On all that hunger after thee? I hunger now, I thirst for God! See, the poor fainting sinner see, And satisfy with endless peace, And fill me with thy right'ousness. 4 Ah, Lord! if thou art in that sigh, Then hear thyself within me pray; Hear in my heart thy spirit's cry, Mark when my lab'ring soul would say; Answer the deep unutter'd groan, And shew that thou and I are one. 5 Shine on thy work, disperse the gloom, Light in thy light I then shall see; Say to my soul, "Thy light is come, "Glory divine is ris'n on thee: "Thy warfare's past, thy mourning's o'er: "Look up – for thou shalt weep no more." 6 Lord, I believe the promise sure, And trust thou wilt not long delay; Hungry, and sorrowful, and poor, Upon thy word myself I stay; Into thine hands my All resign, And wait till all thou art is mine. Languages: English