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The backslider's prayer

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCLXXX (1790) Topics: Backslider's Prayer First Line: Hear me, O Redeemer, hear Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O Redeemer, hear, My huble suit receive; While I all my wants declare, And how unhel'd I griev; JESUS master I have sinn'd, My sol hath greatly gone astray, Dear Redeemer be my friend, And bring me on my way. 2 I am hungry all my cry, Is for the living bread; Neither have I ought to buy, Nor any thing to plead: Helpless begging at the door, I ask the food that came from heav'n, See me needy, lost, and poor, And let relief be giv'n. 3 Hidden manna, Lord, reveal, For this behold I pant; Let thine ears consider well The voice of my complaint; Let the tree of life relieve A weary traveller near to die; May it plese thee, Lord, to give, To one who cannot buy. 4 Empty send me not away, For I am come from far; do not, dearest Lord, delay, And leave me to dispair; Give me of thy flesh to eat, O! let me of thy nature share; At thy banquet take my seat, And feast for ever there. Languages: English
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The backslider's prayer

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCLXXIX (1790) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 Topics: Backslider's Prayer First Line: Jesus, let thy pitying eye Lyrics: 1 Jesus, 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 restor'd, On me be all its freeness shewn; Turn and look upon me, LORD, And break my heart of stone. 2 Saviour prince, enthron'd above, Repentance to impart, Give me thro' 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 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. 4 Look as when thy pitying 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 loving, bleeding LORD< Thou breaks my heart of stone. Languages: English
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The Backslider's Return

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CLXII (1799) Topics: Backslider his return First Line: O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme Lyrics: 1 O thou my GOD, who from thy throne supreme, Art mindful of the penitential tear, Kindly dispersing, with thy mercy's beam, The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair; Lord, lend thine ear! O hear a sinner's cry! And save a wretch thy law condemns to die! 2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears, And once I tho't I made thy ways my choice; But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears, I scarce can hear my heav'nly shepherd's voice; Oh shine again! revive my drooping heart! Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart! 3 Entangles with the world's delusive charms, Mine enemies against my soul prevail; Prevail to thrust me, wretched, from thine arms, Whilst guilt and unbelief my hope assail. O GOD, my GOD, display thy guardian cure, Nor let me fall a victim to despair! 4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure? And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain? Shall not thy truth from age to age endure? And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain? Then shine again, my fainting soul restore, And hold me with thy hand to fall no more! Languages: English
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The Backslider's Return

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CLXII (1802) Topics: Backslider his return First Line: O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme Lyrics: 1 O thou my GOD, who from thy throne supreme, Art mindful of the penitential tear, Kindly dispersing, with thy mercy's beam, The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair; Lord, lend thine ear! O hear a sinner's cry! And save a wretch thy law condemns to die! 2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears, And once I tho't I made thy ways my choice; But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears, I scarce can hear my heav'nly shepherd's voice; Oh shine again! revive my drooping heart! Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart! 3 Entangles with the world's delusive charms, Mine enemies against my soul prevail; Prevail to thrust me, wretched, from thine arms, Whilst guilt and unbelief my hope assail. O GOD, my GOD, display thy guardian cure, Nor let me fall a victim to despair! 4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure? And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain? Shall not thy truth from age to age endure? And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain? Then shine again, my fainting soul restore, And hold me with thy hand to fall no more! Languages: English
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Weary of wandering from my God

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #415 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning; The returning Backslider Lyrics: 1 Weary of wandering 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 Prayer. 4 The stone to flesh again convert: The veil of sin once more remove! Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart, And melt it by thy dying love! This rebel heart by love subdue, And make it soft and make it new. 5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears, And kindle my relentings now; Fill all my soul with filial fears: To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow: Bend by the grace, O bend or break The iron sinews in my neck! Scripture: Hosea 14:1
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O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LI.III (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Backslider Restored Lyrics: 14 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. 15 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin: Let thy good spirit ne'er depart Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 16 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight; Thy holy joys, my God restore And guard me that I fall no more. 17 Though I have griev'd thy spirit Lord, Thy help and comfort still afford, And let a wretch come near thy throne To plead the merits of thy Son. 18 A broken heart my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 19 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just, Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye And save the soul condemn'd to die. 20 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 21 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my pow'rs shall join to bless The Lord my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-19
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O what a cruel wretch am I

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #B102 (1838) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The backslider returning
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How happy are they

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First. 1 How happy are they, Who the Saviuor obey, And have laid up their treasure above! Tongue cannot express The sweet comfort and peace Of a soul in its earliest love. 2 That comfort was mine, When the favour divine I first found in the blood of the Lamb; When my heart it believ'd, O what joy I receiv'd, What a heaven in Jesus's name! 3 'Twas a heaven below The Saviour to know; And the angels could do nothing more Than to fall at his feet, And the story repeat, And the lover of sinners adore. 4 Jesus all the day long Was my joy and my song; O that all his salvation might see! He hath loved me, I cried, He hath suffer'd and died, To redeem such a rebel as me. 5 On the wings of his love I was carry'd above All sin, and temptation, and pain; I could not believe That I ever should grieve That I ever should suffer again. 6 I rode on the sky, Freely justify'd I! Nor envy'd Elijah his seat: My soul mounted higher In a chariot of fire, And the moon it was under my feet. 7 Oh! the rapturous height Of that holy delight Which I felt in the life-giving blood! Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Languages: English
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Ah, where am I now!

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now! When was it, or how That I fell from my heaven of grace? I am brought into thrall, I am stript of my All, I am banish'd from Jesus's face. 2 Hardly yet do I know How I let my Lord go, So insensibly starting aside: When the tempter came in With his own subtle sin, And infected my spirit with pride. 3 But I felt it too soon, That my Saviour was gone, Swiftly vanishing out of my sight; My triumph and boast On a sudden were lost, And my day it was turn'd into night. 4 Only pride could destroy That innocent joy, And make my Redeemer depart; But whate'er was the cause, I lament the sad loss, For the veil is come over my heart. 5 Ah! wretch that I am! I can only exclaim, Like a devil tormented within: My Saviour is gone, And has left me alone To the fury of Satan and sin. 6 Nothing can no relieve, Without comfort I grieve, I have lost all my peace and my pow'r; No access do I find To the friend of mankind; I can ask for his mercy no more. 7 Tongue cannot declare The torment I bear, (While no end of my troubles I see) Only Adam could tell On the day that he fell, And was turn'd out of Eden, like me. 8 Driven out from my God, I wander abroad, Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove; And how great is my pain, That I cannot regain My Eden of Jesus' love! 9 I never shall rise To my first paradise, Or come my Redeemer to see: But I feel a faint hope That at last he will stoop, And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English
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How shall a lost sinner in pain

Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVIII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain, Recover his forfeited peace? When brought into bondage again, What hope of a second release? Will mercy itself be so kind To spare such a rebel as me? And O! can I possibly find Such plenteous redemption in thee! 2 O Jesus, of thee I require, If still thou art able to save, The brand to pluck out of the fire, And ransom my soul from the grave? The help of thy spirit restore, And show me the life-giving blood, And pardon a sinner once more, And bring me again unto God. 3 O Jesus, in pity draw near, Come quickly to help a lost soul, To comfort a mourner appear, And make a poor Lazarus whole: The balm of thy mercy apply, (Thou seest the sore anguish I feel) Save, Lord, or I perish, I die, O save, or I sink into hell! 4 I sink, if thou longer delay Thy pardoning mercy to shew, Come quickly, and kindly display The pow'r of thy passion below. By all thou hast 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. Languages: English

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