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Thou hidden God, for whom I groan

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 51 hymnals Topics: For Mourners convicted of Sin

O Jesus, my hope, For me offer'd up

Meter: 6.6.8.6 Appears in 23 hymnals Topics: For Mourners convicted of Sin

Penitential Grief and Supplication

Appears in 9 hymnals Topics: Sin Conviction of First Line: In Thy wrath and hot displeasure Lyrics: 1 In Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. 2 Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thy indignation, I am troubled by my sin. 3 With my burden of transgression Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. 4 Weak and wounded, I implore Thee; Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. 5 Darkness gathers, foes assail me, But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Scripture: Psalm 38 Used With Tune: ST. SYLVESTER

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.

O Jesus, in pity draw near

Author: C. Wesley Appears in 12 hymnals Topics: The Conviction of Sin Lyrics: 1 O Jesus, in pity draw near; Come quickly to help a lost soul; To comfort a mourner, appear, And make a poor penitent whole: The balm of thy mercy apply; Thou seest the sore anguish I feel; Save, Lord, or I perish, I die; Oh, save, or I sink into hell. 2 I sink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to show; Come quickly, and kindly display The power of thy passion below: By all thou has done for my sake One drop of thy blood I implore; Now, now let it touch me, and make The sinner, a sinner no more.