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Holy Spirit, pity me Pierced with grief for grieving thee

Holy Spirit, pity me Pierced with grief for grieving thee

Author: W. M. Bunting
Published in 11 hymnals

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Full Text

1. Holy Spirit! pity me,
Pierced with grief for grieving Thee;
Present, though I mourn apart,
Listen to a wailing heart.

2. Sins unnumbered I confess,
Of exceeding sinfulness,
Sins against Thyself alone,
Only to Omniscience known.

3. Deafness to Thy whispered calls,
Rashness ’midst remembered falls,
Transient fears beneath the rod,
Treacherous trifling with my God.

4. Tasting that the Lord is good,
Pining then for poisoned food;
At the fountains of the skies
Craving creaturely supplies!

5. Worldly cares at worship time:
Groveling aims in works sublime;
Pride, when God is passing by!
Sloth, when souls in darkness die!

6. Chilled devotions, changed desires,
Quenched corruption’s earlier fires:
Sins like these my heart deceive,
Thee, who only know’st them, grieve.

7. O how lightly I have slept,
With Thy daily wrongs unwept!
Sought Thy chiding to defer,
Shunned the wounded Comforter.

8. Woke to holy labors fresh,
With the plague-spot in my flesh;
Angel seemed to human sight,
Stood a leper in Thy light!

9. Still Thy comforts do not fail,
Still Thy healing aids avail;
Patient Inmate of my breast,
Thou art grieved, yet I am blest.

10. O be merciful to me,
Now in bitterness for Thee!
Father, pardon through Thy Son
Sins against Thy Spirit done!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #2516

Author: W. M. Bunting

Bunting, William Maclardie, son of Dr. Jabez Bunting, a well-known Wesleyan minister, was born at Manchester, Nov. 23,1805, and educated at the Wesleyan Schools at Woodhouse Grove, and Kingswood, and at St. Saviour's Grammar School, Southwark. In 1824 he entered the Wesleyan Ministry, and continued in active circuit work for twenty-five years. Failing health then compelled him to retire upon the Supernumerary list, when he took up his residence in London, and died there on Nov. 13, 1866. In addition to editing the Select Letters of Agnes Bulmer, &c, 1842, and engaging in other literary labours, he contributed hymns to the Methodist Magazine (under the nom de plume of Alec) from time to time, and specially 43 to Dr. Leifchild's Original Hymn… Go to person page >

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First Line: Holy Spirit, pity me Pierced with grief for grieving thee
Author: W. M. Bunting

Tune

HEINLEIN

AUS DER TIEFE (also called HEINLEIN) was published in the Nürnbergisches Gesang-Buch (1676-77) as a setting for Christoph Schwamlein's text based on Psalm 130 "Aus der Tiefe rufe ich" ("Out of the Depths I Cry"). In that songbook the tune was attributed to "M. H.," initials that are generally acce…

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