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Still out of the deepest Abyss
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCLXIV (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Languages: English
Still out of the deepest Abyss
'Tis a Point I long to know
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXCVIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns Lyrics: 1 'Tis a Point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious Thought,
Do I love the Lord or no?
Am I His, or am I not?
2 If I love, why am I thus?
Why this dull and lifeless Frame?
Hardly, sure, can they be worse,
Who have never heard his Name!
3 Could my Heart so hard remain,
Pray'r a Task and Burden prove,
Ev'ry Trifle give me Pain,
If I knew a Saviour's Love?
4 When I turn my Eyes within,
All is Dark and, Vain and Wild;
Fill'd with Unbelief and Sin,
Can I deem myself a Child?
5 If I pray, or hear, or read,
Sin is mix'd with all I do;
You that Love the LORD indeed,
Tell me, is it thus with you?
6 Yet I mourn, my stubborn Will,
Find my Sin a Grief and Thrall,
Should I grieve at what I feel,
If I did not love at all?
7 Could I joy his Saints to meet,
Choose the Ways I once abhorr'd,
Find at Times, the promise Sweet,
If I did not love the LORD?
8 LORD, decide this doubtful Case!
Thou, who art the People's Sun;
Since upon thy Work of Grace,
If indeed it be begun.
9 Let me love thee more and more,
If I love at all, I'll pray;
If I have not lov'd before,
Help me to begin to Day. Languages: English
'Tis a Point I long to know
'Tis a point I long to know
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCXCVIII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Languages: English
'Tis a point I long to know
To the haven of thy breast
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 To the haven of thy breast,
O Son of man, I fly,
Be my refuge and my rest,
For O the storm is high!
Save me from the furious blast,
A covert from the tempest be;
Hide me, Jesus, till o'erpast
The storm of sin I see.
2 Welcome as the water-spring
To a dry barren place:
O descend on me, and bring
The sweet-refreshing grace;
O'er a parch'd and weary land,
As a great rock extends its shade,
Hide me, Saviour, with thine hand,
And screen my naked head.
3 In the time of my distress
Thou hast my succour been,
In my utter helplessness
Restraining me from sin;
O how swiftly didst thou move,
To save me in the trying hour!
Still protect me with thy love,
And shield me with thy pow'r.
4 First and last in me perform
The work thou hast begun;
Be my shelter from the storm,
My shaddow from the sun:
Let me hang upon my God,
Till I thy perfect glory see,
Till the sprinkling of thy blood
Shall speak me up to thee. Languages: English
To the haven of thy breast
Weary of wand'ring from my God
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXII (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Weary of wand'ring from my God,
And now made willing to return,
I hear, and bow me to the rod.
For thee, not without hope, I mourn;
I have an advocate above,
A friend before the throne of love.
2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace;
More full of grace than I of sin,
Yet once again I seek thy face,
Open thine arms and take me in,
And freely my backslidings heal,
And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O! for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive and bid me sin no more!
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of pray'r.
4 Ah! give me, Lord, the tender heart,
That trembles at th' approach of sin!
A godly fear of sin impart;
Implant and root it deep within!
That I may dread thy gracious pow'r,
And never dare to offend thee more. Languages: English
Weary of wand'ring from my God
When rising from the Bed of Death
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns
When rising from the Bed of Death
When rising from the Bed of Death
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCCXXVII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns Languages: English
When rising from the Bed of Death
Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery
Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVIII (1791) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: When we are rais'd from deep Distress Lyrics: 1 When we are rais'd from deep Distress,
Our God deserves a Song;
We take the Pattern of our Praise
From Hezekiah's Tongue.
2 The Gates of the devouring Grave
Are open'd wide in vain,
If he that holds the Keys of Death
Commands them fast again.
3 Pains of the Flesh are wont t' Abuse
Our Mind with slavish Fears:
Our Days are past, and we shall lose
The Remnant of our Years.
4 We chatter with a Swallow's Voice,
Or like a Dove we mourn,
With Bitterness instead of Joys,
Afflicted and forlorn.
5 Jehovah speaks the healing Word,
And no Disease withstands;
Fevers and Plagues obey the Lord,
And fly at his Commands.
6 If half the Strings of Life should break,
He can our Frame restore;
He casts our Sins behind his Back,
And they are found no more.
Scripture: Isaiah 38:9-22 Languages: English
Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery
Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery
Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #CCCXXVIII (1801) Topics: Penitential Hymns First Line: When we are rais'd from deep Distress Scripture: Isaiah 38:9-22 Languages: English
Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery
Why should the children of a king
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #XXXVII (1791) Topics: Penitential Lyrics: 1 Why should the children of a king
Go mourning all their days?
Great comforter, descend, and bring
The tokens of thy grace!
2 Dost thou not dwell in all thy saints,
And seal the heirs of heav'n?
When wilt thou banish my complaints,
And shew my sins forgiv'n.
3 Assure my conscience of her part
In the Redeemer's blood;
And bear thy witness with my heart,
That I am born of God.
4 Thou art the earnest of his love,
The pledge of joys to come;
May thy blest wings, celestial Dove,
Safely convey me home. Languages: English
Why should the children of a king
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