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4 Thou spotless Lamb divine,
Who takest sin away,
Remove the load that mine
Upon my conscience lay;
And of Thy mercy grant Thou me
Remission of iniquity!
John Mason Neale. 1862. a.
Tr. Andrew of Crete. ab. 700.

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1. And wilt Thou pardon, Lord,
A sinner such as I?
Although Thy book his crimes record
Of such a crimson dye 2

2 So deep are they engraved,
So terrible their fear;--

The righteous scarcely shall be saved,
And where shall I appear?

3 My soul, make all things known
To Him who all things sees;
That so the Lamb may yet atone
For thine iniquities.

4. 0 Thou, Physician blest,
Make clean my guilty soul!
And me, by many a sin opprest,
Restore, and keep me whole!

5 I know not how to praise
Thy mercy and Thy Love;
But deign Thy servant to upraise,
And I shall learn above.

John Mason. Neale. T862. -
Tr. Joseph of the Studium. ab. 860.

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1 THE abyss of many a former sin
Encloses me, and bars me in :
Like billows my transgressions roll;-
Be Thou the Pilot of my soul!
And to salvation’s harbor bring,
Thou Savior and Thou glorious King!

2 My Father's heritage abused,
Wasted by lust, by sin misused;
To shame and want and misery brought,
The slave to many a fruitless thought:—
I cry to Thee, who lovest men,
0 pity and receive again!

3 In hunger now, no more possest
Of that my portion bright and blest,
The exile and the alien see,
Who yet would fain return to Thee!
And save me, Lord, who seek to raise
To Thy dear Love the hymn of praise!

4 With that blest thief my prayer I make,
Remember for Thy mercy’s sake!
With that poor publican I cry,
Be ...} O God most high
With that lost prodigal I fain
Back to my home would turn again!

5 Mourn, mourn, my soul, with earnest care,
And raise to Christ the contrite prayer:-
O Thou, who freely wast made poor,
My sorrows and my sins to cure,
Me, poor of all good works, embrace,
Enriching with Thy boundless grace!
John Mason. Neale. 1862.
Tr. Joseph of the Studium. ab. 860.

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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 0 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;
0, for Thy truth and merey's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more :
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.

C. Wesley. 1749.

3.58 L. M. 1 0 that my load of sin were gone! O that I could at last submit At Jesus’ feet to lay it down, To lay my soul at Jesus feet!

2 Rest for my soul I long to find:
Savior of all, if mine Thou art,
Give me Thy meek and lowly mind,
And stamp Thine image on my heart.

3 Fain would I learn of Thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove,
The Cross, all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of Thy dying Love.

4 Come, Lord, the drooping sinner cheer,
Nor let Thy chariot wheels delay;
Appear in my poor heart, appear;
My God, my Saviour, come away !
C. Wesley. 1742.

359 C. P. M. 1 O God, mine inmost soul convert! And deeply on my thoughtful heart Eternal things impress: Give me to feel their solemn weight, And tremble on the brink of fate, And wake to righteousness.

2 Before me place, in dread array,
The ..". that tremendous day,
When Thou with clouds shalt come
To judge the nations at Thy bar;
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there
To meet a joyful doom 2

3 Be this my one great business here,
With serious industry and fear
My future bliss to insure:
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil,
And suffer all Thy righteous will,
And to the end endure.
4 Then, Savior, then my soul receive,
Transported from this vale, to live
And reign with Thee above;
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight,
And hope in full supreme delight
And everlasting love.
C. Wesley. ITA9.

369 S. M. 1 O THOU who wouldst not have One wretched sinner die, Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save . From endless misery! 261

Show me the way to shun

Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne

I may with joy appear.

2 Thou art Thyself the Way,
Thyself in me reveal;

So shall I pass my life's short day
Obedient to Thy will;
So shall I love my God,
Because He first loved me,

And praise Thee in Thy bright abode,
Through all eternity. C. Wesley. 1749.


1 God of my salvation, hear,
And help me to believe;
Simply do I now draw near,
#. 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 Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
Nor can Thy grace procure;
Empty send me not away,
or 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.

C. Wesley. 1742.

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