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Jesus, if still thou art to-day

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXIV (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Jesus, if still thou art to-day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of thy name. 2 If still thou go'st about to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I thy praise may shew, Be all thy wonders shew'd. 3 Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at thy feet. 4 Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr'd, I sink beneath my sin; But if thou wilt, a gracious word Of thine can make me clean. 5 Thou seest me deaf to thy commands, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd hands, And lift them up in pray'r. 6 Silent (alas! thou know'st how long) My voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing thy praise. 7 Lame at the pool I still am found: Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy. 8 Blind from my birth to guilt and thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. 9 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find thee near; Jesus, in mercy, hear my cry Thou Son of David hear. 10 Long have I waited in the way, For thee, the heav'nly light; Command me to be brought, and say, Sinner, receive thy sight. Languages: English

Jesu, let thy pitying eye

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XX (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Jesu, let thy pitying eye Call back a wand'ring sheep; False to thee, like Peter, I Would fain like Peter weep; Let me be by grace restored, On me be all long-suffering shown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me, through thy dying love, The humble, contrite heart: Give what I have long implor'd, A portion of thy grief unknown; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 3 For thine own compassion's sake The gracious wonder shew! Cast my sins behind thy back, And wash me white as snow: If thy bowels now are stirr'd, If I now myself bemoan, Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 4 See me, Saviour, from above, Nor suffer me to die! Life, and happiness, and love, Drop from thy gracious eye; Speak the reconciling word, And let thy mercy melt me down; Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 5 Look, as when thine eye pursu'd The first apostate man, Saw him welt'ing in his blood, And bade him rise again; Speak my paradise restor'd, Redeem me by thy grace alone: Turn, and look upon me, Lord, And break my heart of stone. 6 Look, as when thy languid eye Was clos'd that we might live; "Father," (at the point to die, My Saviour gasp'd) "forgive!" Surely with that dying word, He turns and looks, and cries, "'tis done" O my bleeding, loving Lord, Thou break'st my heart of stone. Languages: English

Jesus, lover of my soul

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXV (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me: All my trust on thee is stay'd, All mine help from thee I bring, Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, More that all in thee I find; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind: Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False, and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within, Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within mine heart, Rise to all eternity. Languages: English

Let the world their virtue boast

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXI (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Let the world their virtue boast, Their works of right'ousness; I, a wretch, undone and lost, Am surely sav'd by grace; Other title I disclaim, This, only this, is all my plea, I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus dy'd for me! 2 Happy they whose joys abound Like Jordan's swelling stream, Who their heav'n in Christ have found, And give the praise to him; Let them triumph in his name, Enjoy their full felicity; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus dy'd for me! 3 Blest are they, entirely blest, Who can in him rejoice, Lean on his beloved breast, And hear the Bridegroom's voice; Meanest follower of the Lamb, His steps I at a distance see; I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus dy'd for me! 4 Jesus, thou for me hast dy'd, And thou in me shalt live; I shall feel thy death apply'd, I shall thy life receive; To bring fire on earth thou came, O that it now may kindled be! I the chief of sinners am, But Jesus dy'd for me! Languages: English

Origianl and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the Man whose guilty Fall Corrupts the Race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant Breath, The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death: Thy Law demands a perfect Heart, But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part. 3 [Great GOD, create my Heart anew, And form my Spirit pure and trueL O make me wise betimes to spy My Danger and my Remedy.] 4 Behold, I fall before thy Face; My only Refuge is thy Grace: No outward Forms can make me clean, The Leprosy lies deep within. 5 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. 6 JESUS, my GOD, thy Blood alone Hath Pow'r sufficient to atone; Thy Blood can make me white as Snow; No Jewish Types could cleanse me so. 7 While Guilt disturbs and breaks my Peace, Nor Flesh nor Soul hath Rest nor Ease; LORD, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice, And make my broken Bones rejoice. Languages: English

Original and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CLXII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so?

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXVIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 My drowsy pow'rs, why sleep ye so? Awake, my sluggish soul! Nothing hath half thy work to do; Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 Go to the ants: for one poor grain, See how they toil and strive; Yet we, who have a heav'n t'obtain, How negligent we live! 3 We for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move; We for whose guards the angel bands, Come flying from above. 4 We for whom God the Son came down, And labour'd for our good How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! 5 Lord, shall we live so sluggish still, And never act our parts? Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hill, And warm our frozen hearts. 6 Give us with active warmth to move, With vig'rous souls to rise; With hands of faith, and wings of love To fly and take the prize. Languages: English

O Jesus my hope

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXIX (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 O Jesus my hope, For me offer'd up, Who with clamour pursu'd thee to Calvary’s top: The blood thou hast shed, For me let it plead, And declare thou hast dy'd in thy murderer’s stead. 2 Now, now let me know Its virtue below; Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let it hallow my heart, And thoroughly convert, And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art. 3 Each moment apply'd, My Weakness to hide, Thy blood be upon me, and always abide: My advocate prove With the Father above, And speak me at last to the throne of thy love. Languages: English

O Lord! to whom for Help I call

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 O Lord! to whom for Help I call, Thy Miracles repeat; With pitying Eye behold me fall A Leper at thy Feet. 2 Loathsome, and foul, and self abhorr'd, I sink beneath my Sin; But, if thou wilt, a gracious Word Of thine, can make me clean. 3 Thou seest me Deaf to thy Commands, Open O Lord! mine Ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd Hands, And lift them up in Pray'r. 4 Silent (alas! thou know'st ho long!) My Voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my Tongue, The Dumb shall sing thy Praise. 5 Lame at the Pool I still am found, Give, and my Strength employ; Light as an Hart I then shall bound, The Lame shall leap for Joy. 6 Blind from my Birth to guilt and Thee, And dark I am within; The Love of God I cannot see, Nor Sinfulness of Sin. 7 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find Thee near! Jesus, in Mercy hear my Cry, Thou Son of David, hear! 8 Long have I waited in the Way, For Thee, the heav'nly Light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy Sight." Languages: English