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The darkness of my carnal mind,
My will perverse, my passions blind,
Scattered o'er all the earth abroad,
Immeasurably far from God!

3 Jesu! my heart's desire obtain ;
My earnest suit present, and gain;
My fulness of corruption show,
The knowledge of myself bestow;
A deeper displacence at sin,
A sharper sense of hell within,
A stronger struggling to get free,
A keener appetite for Thee!

4 O Sovereign Love, to Thee I cry ;
Give me Thyself, or else I die;

Save me from death; from hell set free;
Death, hell, are but the want of Thee.
Quickened by Thy imparted flame,
Saved, when possest of Thee, I am;
My life, my only heaven Thou art ;
O might I feel Thee in my heart!

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IVER of unfeigned repentance,
Unto us Thy blessing give,
That we may the mortal sentence
In our guilty selves receive;
Sensible of our demerit,

May from every sin depart,
Offering up a troubled spirit,
Rendering Thee a broken heart.

2 Let Thy dying love constrain us,
Our ingratitude to mourn,
Let Thine unknown anguish pain us,
Till the wanderers return;

Fill our souls with sacred trouble,
Give us bitterly to weep,

All our burdens, Lord, redouble,
Sink us in the lowest deep.

3 From the pit of condemnation,
When to Thee for help we cry,

Visit us with Thy salvation,
Show the open fountain nigh;
Show Thyself our bleeding Jesus,
All our sufferings to remove,
With Thy pardoning mercy bless us,
Bless us with Thy perfect love.

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THAT I could repent,
With all my idols part,

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And to Thy gracious eye present
A humble, contrite heart:
A heart with grief opprest,
For having grieved my God,
A troubled heart that cannot rest,
Till sprinkled with Thy blood.
Jesus, on me bestow

The penitent desire;

With true sincerity of woe

My aching breast inspire:
With softening pity look,

And melt my hardness down;

Strike with Thy love's effectual stroke,
And break this heart of stone!

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SAVIOUR, Prince of Israel's race,
See me from Thy lofty throne;
Give the sweet relenting grace,
Soften this obdurate stone!
Stone to flesh, O God, convert;
Cast a look, and break my heart!
2 By Thy Spirit, Lord, reprove,
All my inmost sins reveal;
Sins against Thy light and love
Let me see, and let me feel;
Sins that crucified
my God,

Spilt again Thy precious blood.
3 Jesu, seek Thy wandering sheep,
Make me restless to return;
Bid me look on Thee, and weep,
Bitterly as Peter mourn,

Till I say, by grace restored,

"Now, Thou know'st I love Thee, Lord!" 4 Might I in Thy sight appear,

As the Publican distrest;
Stand, not daring to draw near,
Smite on my unworthy breast,
Groan the sinner's only plea,
"God be merciful to me!"

5 O remember me for good,

Passing through the mortal vale;
Show me Thy atoning blood,
When my strength and spirit fail;
Give my gasping soul to see
Jesus crucified for me!

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O THAT I could revere

My much-offended God!

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O that I could but stand in fear
Of Thy afflicting rod !

If mercy cannot draw,

Thou by Thy threatenings move;
And keep an abject soul in awe,
That will not yield to love.

2 Show me the naked sword,
Impending o'er my head:
O let me tremble at Thy word,
And to my ways take heed;
With sacred horror fly
From every sinful snare;
Nor ever, in my Judge's eye,
My Judge's anger dare.

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Thou great, tremendous God,
The conscious awe impart;

The grace be now on me bestowed,
The tender fleshly heart;

For Jesu's sake alone,

The stony heart remove;

And melt, at last, O melt me down,

Into the mould of Love!

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FOR that tenderness of heart,
Which bows before the Lord,
Acknowledging how just Thou art,
And trembles at Thy word!

2 O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow!

S Saviour, to me in pity give
The sensible distress;

The pledge Thou wilt, at last, receive,
And bid me die in peace;

4 Wilt from the dreadful day remove
Before the evil come;

My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.

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THAT I could repent;
O that I could believe!

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Thou by Thy voice the marble rent,
The rock in sunder cleave!

Thou, by Thy two-edged sword,
My soul and spirit part;

Strike with the hammer of Thy word,
And break my stubborn heart!

Saviour, and Prince of Peace,

The double grace bestow,

Unloose the bands of wickedness,
And let the captive go:

Grant me my sins to feel,

And then the load remove;

Wound, and pour in my wounds to heal,
The balm of pardoning love.

8 For Thy own mercy's sake,
The cursed thing remove;
And into Thy protection take
The prisoner of Thy love:

In every trying hour,

Stand by my feeble soul,

And screen me from my nature's power,

Till Thou hast made me whole.

This is Thy will, I know,
That I should holy be,

Should let my sin this moment go,
This moment turn to Thee:
O might I now embrace
Thy all-sufficient power:

And never more to sin give place,
And never grieve Thee more!

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JESUS, let Thy pitying eye

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Call back a wandering sheep!
False to Thee, like Peter, I

Would fain, like Peter, weep:
Let me be by grace restored,
On me be all long-suffering shown!
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.

2 Saviour, Prince, enthroned above,
Repentance to impart,

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Give me, through Thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of Thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
For Thine own compassion's sake,
The gracious wonder show;
Cast my sins behind Thy back,

And wash me white as snow:
If Thy bowels now are stirred,
If now I would myself bemoan,
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die:

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