L. M. 61.
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.
20 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.
10 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.
C. P. M.
1 0 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 pomp of 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?
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.
O THOU who wouldst not have
One wretched sinner die,
Who diedst Thyself, my soul to save
From endless misery!
Show me the way to shun
Thy dreadful wrath severe,
That when Thou comest on Thy throne
I may with joy appear.
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.
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 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.
1 JESUS, the sinner's Friend, to Thee,
Lost and undone, for aid I flee;
Weary of earth, myself, and sin;
Open Thine arms, and take me in!
2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;
'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole;
Dark, till in me Thine image shine,
And lost I am, till Thou art mine.
3 The mansion for Thyself prepare;
Dispose my heart by entering there!
'Tis this alone can make me clean;
'Tis this alone can cast out sin.
4 At last I own it cannot be
That I should fit myself for Thee:
Here then to Thee I all resign;
Thine is the work, and only Thine.
5 What shall I say Thy grace to move?
Lord, I am sin, but Thou art Love:
I give up every plea beside,
"Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died."
C. Wesley. 1739. a.
1 WHEREWITH, O God, shall I draw near,
And bow myself before Thy face?
How in Thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain Thy grace?
2 What have I, Lord, wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast,
My glory swallowed up in shame.
3 Guilty I stand before Thy face;
On me I feel Thy wrath abide;
'Tis just the sentence should take place,
'Tis just, but O, Thy Son hath died!
4 Jesus, the Lamb of God, hath bled,
He bore our sins upon the Tree;
Beneath our curse He bowed His head;
'Tis finished! He hath died for me!
5 See where before Thy throne He stands,
And pours the all-prevailing prayer!
Points to His side, and lifts His hands,
And shows that I am graven there!
6 He ever lives for me to pray;
He prays
that I with Him may reign:
Amen to what my Lord doth say!
Jesus, Thou canst not pray in vain.
10 THOυ that hear'st the prayer of faith,
Wilt Thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on Thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffered once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead,
His spotless Righteousness I plead,
And His availing Blood;
Thy Righteousness my robe shall be,
Thy Merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
Augustus Montague Toplady. 1759. a.
1 THERE is a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word;
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a faithful Lord."
2 My soul obeys the Almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief!
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