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Origianl and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs 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

God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 God of my Life, look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel. But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [5 This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my Father's were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear. 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, Thy Praise shall be my Buis'ness still, And I'll declare thy Love. Languages: English

God of my Salvation, hear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXVI (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 God of my Salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy Blessing to receive: Full of Guilt alas! I am, But to thy Wounds for Refuge flee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine Eye; Balm of all my Grief and Pain, Thy Blood is always nigh: Now as yesterday the same, Thou art, and wilt for ever be: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord to pay, Nor can thy Grace procure; Empty send me not away, For I,thou know'st am poor: Dust and Ashes is my Name, My all is Sin, and Misery: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 4 No good Word, or Work, or Thought, Bring I to buy thy Grace: Pardon I accept unbought, Thy Proffer I embrace: Coming, as at first I came, To take and not bestow on thee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour from thy wounded Side, I never will depart, Here will I my Spirit hide, When I am pure in Heart, Till my Place above I claim, This only shall be all my Plea, Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. Languages: English

Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear, My Complaint vouchsafe to hear; Sore distrest with Guilt am I, Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Wealth and Honour I disdain, Earthly Comforts all are vain; Then can never satisfy, Give me Christ, or else I die. 3 Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only take away my Guilt; Mourning at thy Feet I lie; Give me Christ, or else I die, 4 All Unholy and Unclean, I am sinful, vile and mean; But to Thee for Mercy fly, Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the Lost; In thy Grace alone I Trust: Unto Thee I lift my Cry, Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 O my God, what shall I say? Take, oh take my Sins away! Jesu's Blood to me apply, Give me Christ, or else I die. Languages: English

O Lord! to whom for Help I call

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs 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

A Sinner's Prayer

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O My Lord, what must I do? Lyrics: 1 O My Lord, what must I do? Only thou the Way canst shew; Thou canst save me in this Hour, I have neither Will nor Pow'r: God if over all thou art, Greater than the sinful Heart; Let it now on me be shown, Take away the Heart of Stone. 2 Take away my darling sin, Make me willing to be clean; Make me willing to receive What thy Goodness waits to give: Force me, Lord, with all to part, Tear all Idols from my Heart; Let thy Pow'r on me be shown, Take away the Heart of Stone. 3 Jesu, mighty to renew, Work in me, to will and do; Turn my Nature's rapid Tide, Stem the Torrent of my Pride, Stop the Whirlwind of my will, Bid Corruptions, Lord, be still; Now thy Love Almighty shew, Make e'en me a Creature new. 4 Arm of God, thy Strength put on, Bow the Heavens, and come down; All mine Unbelief o'erthrow, Lay th' aspiring Mountain low; Conquer thy worst Foe in me. Get thyself the Victory, Save the vilest of the Race, Force me to be sav'd by Grace. Languages: English

Sin and Sorrows laid before God

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXVII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O that I knew the secret Place Lyrics: 1 O that I knew the secret Place Where I might find my God! I'd spread my Wants before his Face, And pour my Woes abroad. 2 I'd tell him how my Sins arise, What Sorrows I sustain, How Grace decays, and Comfort dies, And leaves my Heart in Pain: 3 I'd say how Flesh and Sense rebel, What inward Foes combine, With this vain World and Pow'rs of Hell, To vex this Heart of mine. 4 He knows what Arguments I'd take To wrestle with my God: I'd plead for his won Mercy's sake, And for my Saviour's Blood. 5 My God will pity my Complaints, And heal my broken Bones; He takes the Meaning of his Saints, The Language of their Groans. 6 Arise my Soul from deep Distress, And banish ev'ry Fear; He calls thee to his Throne of Grace, To spread thy Sorrows there. Scripture: Job 23:1-9 Languages: English

Lamenting the Loss of First Love

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIX (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O that my Soul were now as fair Lyrics: 1 O that my soul were now as fair As it hath sometimes been! Devoid of that distracting Care Without, and Fear within! 2 There was a Time when I could tread No Circle but of Love: That joyous Morning now is fled, How heavily I move! 3 Unhappy soul, that thou should'st force, Thy Saviour to depart, When he was pleased with so coarse A Lodging in thy Heart! 4 How sweetly I enjoy'd my God! With how divine a Frame! I thought, on ev'ry Plant I trod, I read my Saviour's Name; 5 I liv'd, I lov'd, I talk'd with thee, So sweetly we agreed, And thou no Stranger wast to me Till I became a Weed. 6 The Tempter robb'd me, and I must I fear be ever Poor; May this suffice, to roll in Dust Before thy Temple Door! 7 My dearest Lord, my Heart flames not With Love that sacred Fire; But since my Love has wore that Blot Repentance runs the High'r. 8 O might those Days return again, How welcome they should be! Shall my Petition be in vain, Since Grace is ever free? 9 Lord of my Soul, return, return, To chase away this Night; Let not thine Anger ever burn; God once was my Delight. Languages: English

O Thou, whose tender Mercy hears

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXX (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs 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

Christ Withdrawn

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs 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