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O Thou, whose tender Mercy hears

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXX (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 O Thou whose tender Mercy hears Contrition's humble Sigh; Whose Hand Indulgent, wipes the Tears From Sorrow's weeping Eye. 2 See! low before the Throne of Grace A wretched Wand'rer mourn: Hast thou not bide me seek thy Face? Hast thou not said, Return? 3 And shall my guilty Fears prevail To drive me from thy Feet? O let not this dear Refuge fail, This only safe Retreat. 4 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering Ray, Thro' Dangers, Fears, and gloomy Night, How desolate my Way! 5 O shine on this benighted Heart, With Beams of Mercy shine; And let thy healing Voice impart A taste of Joys Divine. 6 Thy Presence only can bestow Delights which never cloy; Be this my Solace, here below, And my eternal Joy. Languages: English

O Thou, whose tender Mercy hears

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

Christ Withdrawn

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: O what shall I do to retrieve Lyrics: 1 O what shall I do to retrieve The Love for a Season bestow'd: 'Tis better to die than to live Exil'd from the Presence of God: With Sorrow distracted and Doubt, With palpable Horror opprest, The City I wander about, And seek my Repose in his Breast. 2 Ye Watchmen of Israel, declare If ye my beloved have seen, And point to that heav'nly fair, Surpassing the Children of Men: My Love and Lord from above, Who only can quiet my Pain, Whom only I languish to love, O where shall I find him again? 3 The Joy and Desire of mine Eyes, The End of my Sorrow and woe; My Hope, and my Heav'nly Prize, My Height of Ambition below: Once more if he shew me his Face, He never again shall depart, Detain'd in my closest Embrace, Conceal'd in the Depth of my Heart. Languages: English

Christ Withdrawn

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCXXXIII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: O what shall I do to retrieve Languages: English

Esau

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXVI (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: Poor Esau repented too late Lyrics: 1 Poor Esau repented too late, That once he his Birth-Right despis'd; And sold, for a Morsel of Meat, What could not too highly be priz'd: How great was his Anguish when told The Blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the Birth-Right he sold, And none could recall it again! 2 He stands as a Warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come: O hasten and yield to the Call, While yet for Repentance there's Room! Your Season will quickly be past, Then hear, and obey it to-day; Lest when you seek Mercy at last, The Saviour should frown you away. 3 What is it the World can propose? A Morsel of Meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the Joys of the Blest? Its Pleasures will speedily end, Its Favour and praise are but Breath: And what can its Profits befriend Your Soul in the Moment of Death? 4 If Jesus for these you despise, And Sin to the Saviour prefer, In vain your Entreaties and Cries, When summon'd to stand at his Bar: How will you his Presence abide? What Anguish will Torture your Heart? The Saints all enthron'd by his Side, And you be compell'd to depart! 5 Too often, Dear Saviour, have I Preferr'd some Poor Trifle to Thee; How is it thou dost not deny The Blessing and Birth-Right to me? No better than Esau I am, Tho' Pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but Shame, The Praise and the Glory be thine. Scripture: Genesis 24:31 Languages: English

Poor Esau repented too late

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCXXXVI (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Scripture: Genesis 25:31 Languages: English

For a sick Person

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: See, gracious Lord, with pitying Eyes Lyrics: 1 See, gracious Lord, with pitying Eyes, Beneath thy hand a Sufferer lies, Thy Mercy, not thine Anger proves; And sick he is whom Jesus Loves. 2 His to thine own Afflictions join, Accept, exalt, and count them thine; Thy Passion which remains fulfill, And suffer in thy Members still. 3 His Sickness feel, endure his Pain, His Burden bear, his Cross sustain; Grieve in his Griefs, and sigh his Sighs, And breathe his Wishes to the Skies. 4 Enter his Heart, possess him whole, Inspire and actuate his Soul; Himself no longer let it be That suffers, or that lives but thee. 5 Thyself through Suff'rings Perfect made, Conform him thus to thee his Head; Refine, and raise his Virtue high'r, When tri'd and purified by Fire. 6 So when his Eyes behold thee near, And thou his hidden Life appear; Bright in thy Likeness shall he shine, And glorious All, and all Divine. Languages: English

For a sick Person

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCLIII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: See, gracious Lord, with pitying Eyes Languages: English

Stay, thou insulted spirit, stay

Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXI (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Stay, thou insulted spirit, stay, Tho' I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting flight. 2 Though I have most unfaithful been, Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd; Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd. 3 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare, In honour of my great High Priest, Nor in thy righteous anger swear T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 4 If yet thou canst my sins forgive, From now, O Lord, relieve my woes; Into thy rest of love receive, And bless me with the calm repose. 5 From now my weary soul release, Up-raise me by thy gracious hand, And guide into thy perfect peace, And bring me to the promis'd land. Languages: English

Still out of the deepest Abyss

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXIV (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 Still out of the deepest Abyss Of Trouble I mournfully cry, And pine to recover my Peace, And see my Redeemer and die. I cannot, I cannot forbear These Passionate Longings for Home; O when shall my Spirit be there? O when will the Messenger come? 2 Thy Nature I long to put on, Thine Image on Earth to regain, And then in the Grave to lay down My Burden of Body and Pain; O JESUS in pity draw near, And lull me to sleep on thy Breast; Appear, to my Rescue, appear And gather me into thy Rest. 3 To take a poor Fugitive in The Arm of thy Mercy display, And give me to rest from all Sin, And bear me triumphant away: Away from a World of Distress, Away to the Mansions above, A Heaven of seeing thy Face, A Heaven of feeling thy Love. Languages: English