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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.

Father eternal, Ruler of creation

Author: Laurence Housman (1865-1959) Hymnal: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #261 (2008) Meter: 11.10.11.10 with refrain Topics: Our Response to Christ In Penitence; Penitence Scripture: 1 John 4:20 Languages: English Tune Title: OLD 124th
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Ah, what can I, a sinner, do

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #262 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Ah, what can I, a sinner, do, With all my guilt opprest? I feel the hardness of my heart, And conscience knows no rest. 2 Great God, thy good and perfect law Does all my life condemn; The secret evils of my soul Fill me with fear and shame. 3 How many precious Sabbaths gone, I never can recal; And Oh, what cause have I to mourn, Who misimprov'd them all! 4 How long, how often have I heard Of Jesus, and of heav'n; Yet scarcely listen'd to his word, Or pray'd to be forgiv'n! 5 Constrain me, Lord, to turn to thee, And grant renewing grace; For thou this flinty heart canst break, And thine shall be the praise.
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Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #263 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Oh, turn, great Ruler of the skies, Turn from my sin thy searching eyes, Nor let th'offences of my hand, Within thy book, recorded stand. 2 Give me a will to thine subdu'd, A conscience pure, a soul renew'd; Nor let me, wrapt in endless gloom, An outcast from thy presence roam. 3 Oh, let thy Spirit to my heart Once more his quick'ning aid impart, My mind from every fear release, And sooth my troubled thoughts to peace. 4 So shall the souls, whom error's sway Has urg'd from thee, blest Lord, to stray, From me thy heavenly precepts learn, And, humbled, to their God return. Scripture: Psalm 51:9
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My former hopes are fled

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #264 (1828) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 My former hopes are fled, My terror now begins; I feel, alas! that I am dead In trespasses and sins. 2 Ah, whither shall I fly? I hear the thunder roar; The law proclaims destruction nigh, And vengeance at the door. 3 when I review my ways, I dread impending doom; But sure a friendly whisper says, "Flee from the wrath to come." 4 I see, or think I see, A glimm'ring from afar; A beam of day that sines for me, To save me from despair. 5 Forerunner of the sun, It marks the pilgrim's way; I'll gaze upon it while I run, And watch the rising day.
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Come, my soul, thy suit prepare

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #265 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Come, my soul, thy suit prepare, Jesus loves to answer pray'r; He himself has bid thee pray, Rise and ask without delay. 2 With my burden I begin, Lord! remove this load of sin! Let thy blood for sinners spilt, Set my conscience free from guilt. 3 Lord! I come to thee for rest, Take possession of my breast; There thy sov'reign right maintain, And without a rival reign. 4 Show me what I have to do, Ev'ry hour my strength renew; Let me live a life of faith, Let me live the people's death.
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O Lord, my God, in mercy turn

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #266 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 O Lord, my God, in mercy turn, In mercy hear a sinner mourn! To thee I call, to thee I cry, O leave me, leave me not to die! 2 O pleasures past, what are ye now But thorns about my bleeding brow? Spectres that hover round my brain, And aggravate and mock my pain. 3 For pleasure I have given my soul; Now justice, let thy thunders roll! Now vengeance smile--and with a blow, Lay the rebellious ingrate low. 4 Yet Jesus, Jesus! there I'll cling, I'll crowd beneath his sheltering wing; I'll clasp the cross, and holding there, E'en me, oh bliss!--his wrath may spare.
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Oh, if my soul was form'd for wo

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #267 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Oh, if my soul were form'd for wo, How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree, And groan'd away a dying life For thee, my soul, for thee. 3 O, how I hate those lusts of mine That crucified my God, Those sins that pierc'd and nail'd his flesh Fast to the fatal wood. 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed, Nor will I spare the guilty things That made my Saviour bleed. 5 Whilst with a melting broken heart My murder'd Lord I view, I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murderers too.
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Smote by the law, I'm justly slain

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #268 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence Lyrics: 1 Smote by thy law, I'm justly slain; Great God, behold my case; Pity a sinner fill'd with pain, Nor drive me from thy face. 2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul-- Thy justice, all in flames, Gives sentence on this heart so foul, So hard, so full of crimes. 3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel; I fear, but don't relent,-- Perhaps of endless death the seal: Oh, that I could repent! 4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile; My duties black with guilt; On such a wretch can mercy smile, Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt? 5 Speechless I sink to endless night, I see an opening hell: But lo! what glory strikes my sight! Such glory who can tell! 6 Enwrapt in these bright beams of peace, I feel a gracious God: Swell, swell the note: Oh, tell his grace; Sound his high praise abroad! Scripture: Romans 7:9
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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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