1 O. THOU who hast our sorrows borne, Help us to look on Thee and mourn, On Thee whom we have slain;
Have pierc'd a thousand, thousand times, And by reiterated crimes
Renew'd Thy sacred pain.
2 Vouchsafe us eyes of faith to see The man transfix'd on Calvary!
To know Thee who Thou art; The one eternal GOD and true: And let the sight affect, subdue, And break my stubborn heart.
3 Lover of souls, to rescue mine, Reveal the charity divine
That suffer'd in my stead! That made Thy soul a sacrifice,
And quench'd in death those gracious eyes, And bow'd that sacred head.
4 The veil of unbelief remove, And by Thy manifested love, And by Thy sprinkled blood, Destroy the love of sin in me, And get Thyself the victory,
And bring me back to GOD.
Now let Thy dying love constrain My soul to love it's GOD again, It's GOD to glorify!
And, lo! I come Thy cross to share, Echo Thy sacrificial pray'r,
And with my SAVIOUR die.
1 AUTHOR of faith, to Thee I cry, To Thee, who would'st not have me die, But know the truth and live: Open mine eyes to see Thy face; Work in my heart the saving grace, The life eternal give.
2 Shut up in unbelief, I groan, And blindly serve a GOD unknown, Till Thou the veil remove : The gift unspeakable impart, And write Thy Name upon my heart, And manifest Thy love.
3 I know the grace is only Thine; The gift of faith is all divine: But if on Thee we call, Thou wilt the benefit bestow,
And give us hearts to feel and know That Thou hast died for all.
4 Thou bidst us knock, and enter in; Come unto Thee, and rest from sin; The blessing seek and find:
Thou bidst us ask Thy grace, and have: Thou canst, Thou would'st this moment save Both me and all mankind.
5 Be it according to Thy word;
Now let me find my pard'ning LORD; Let what I ask be giv'n:
The bar of unbelief remove,
Open the door of faith and love,
And let me taste of heav'n!
Praying for Repentance.
THAT I could repent! With all my idols part; And to Thy gracious eye present An humble contrite heart! A heart with grief opprest, For having griev'd my God; À troubled heart, that cannot rest, Till sprinkled with Thy blood!
JESUS, on me bestow The penitent desire;
With true sincerity of wo
My aching breast inspire; With soft'ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down; Strike with Thy love's resistless stroke, And break this heart of stone!
1 PHYSICIAN of my sin-sick soul, To Thee I bring my case; My raging malady control, And heal me by Thy grace.
2 Pity the anguish I endure,
See how I mourn and pine; For never can I hope a cure From any hand but Thine.
3 I would disclose my whole complaint; But where shall I begin? No words of mine can fully paint That worst distemper, sin.
4 It lies not in a single part,
But through my frame is spread; A burning fever in my heart, A palsy in my head.
It makes me deaf, and dumb, and blind, And impotent, and lame; And overclouds, and fills my mind With folly, fear, and shame.
6 LORD, I am sick; regard my cry, And set my spirit free: Say, canst Thou let a sinner die, Who longs to live to Thee?
1 THE mighty GOD will not despise The contrite heart for sacrifice; The deep-fetch'd sigh, the secret groan, Rises accepted to the throne.
2 He meets, with tokens of His grace, The trembling lip, the blushing face: His bowels yearn when sinners pray; And mercy bears their sins away.
3 When fill'd with grief, o'erwhelm'd with shame, He, pitying, heals their broken frame; He hears their sad complaints, and spies His image in their weeping eyes.
Hymn.
The Penitent's Hope.
1 JESUS, the Truth, the Life, the Way, Unworthy though I be,
I trust since Thou hast bid me pray, Thou wilt remember me.
2 Thou who didst bleed, and groan, and die, From guilt to set me free,
In glory now, enthron'd on high, Wilt still remember me.
3 When tempest-toss'd with cares, my breast Is like the troubled sea:
Sweet peace shall hush the storm to rest, If Thou remember me.
4 My former friends regard me not Since I have follow'd Thee; But let me be by them forgot, So Thou remember me.
5 When I was chain'd and bound in sin, Thy mercy set me free;
And each day since a proof has been, Thou dost remember me.
6 I hope, though now my time of death Unable to foresee,
To say, when yielding up my breath, Now, LORD, remember me.
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