APPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before His feet,
For none can perish there.
2 Thy promise is my only plea;
With this I venture nigh,
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed,
By war without, and fears within,
I come to Thee for rest.
4 Be Thou my shield and hiding-place;
That, sheltered near Thy side,
I may my fierce accuser face,
And tell him, "Thou hast died!"
5 O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame,
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead Thy gracious Name!
WOE is me! what tongue can tell
W My sad afflicted state!
Who my anguish can reveal,
Or all my woes relate!
Fallen among thieves I am, ▾
And they have robbed me of my God;
Turned my glory into shame,
And left me in my blood.
O Thou good Samaritan!
In Thee is all my hope;
Only Thou canst succour man,
And raise the fallen up:
Hearken to my dying cry,
My wounds compassionately see;
Me, a sinner, pass not by,
Who gasp for help to Thee.
Still Thou journeyest where I am,
And still Thy bowels move:
Pity is with Thee the same,
And all Thy heart is love:
Stoop to a poor sinner, stoop,
And let Thy healing grace abound;
Heal my bruises, and bind up
My spirit's every wound.
4 Saviour of my soul, draw nigh,
In mercy haste to me;
At the point of death I lie,
And cannot come to Thee;
Now Thy kind relief afford,
The wine and oil of grace pour in;
Good Physician, speak the word,
And heal my soul of sin.
Pity to my dying cries
Hath drawn Thee from above;
Hovering over me, with eyes
Of tenderness and love,
Now, ev'n now, I see Thy face;
The balm of Gilead I receive:
Thou hast saved me by Thy grace,
And bade the sinner live.
6 Surely now the bitterness
Of second death is past;
O my Life, my Righteousness!
On Thee my soul is cast:
Thou hast brought me to Thine inn,
And I am of Thy promise sure;
Thou shalt cleanse me from all sin,
And all my sickness cure.
7 Perfect, then, the work begun,
And make the sinner whole;
All Thy will on me be done,
My body, spirit, soul:
Still preserve me safe from harms,
And kindly for Thy patient care;
Take me, Jesus, to Thine arms,
And keep me ever there.
OUT of the depths I cry to Thee,
Lord God, Ó hear my wailing! Thy gracious ear incline to me, And make my prayer availing: On my misdeeds in mercy look,
O deign to blot them from Thy book,.
Or who can stand before Thee?
2 Thy sovereign grace and boundless love
Make Thee, O Lord, forgiving:
My purest thoughts and deeds but
Sin in my heart is living:
None guiltless in Thy sight appear,
All who approach Thy throne must fear,
And humbly trust Thy mercy.
3 Thou canst be merciful while just,
This is my hope's foundation;
On Thy redeeming grace I trust,
Grant me, then, Thy salvation;
Shielded by Thee, I stand secure,
Thy word is firm, Thy promise sure,
And I rely upon Thee..
4 Like those who watch for midnight's hour,
To hail the dawning morrow,
I wait for Thee, I trust Thy power,
Unmoved by doubt or sorrow.
So thus let Israel hope in Thee,
And he shall find Thy mercy free,
And Thy redemption plenteous.
5 Where'er the greatest sins abound,
By grace they are exceeded
Thy helping hand is always found
With aid, where aid is needed:
Thy hand, the only hand to save,
Will rescue Israel from the grave,
And pardon his transgressions.
THOU, whom fain my soul would love,
Whom I would gladly die to know,
This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me, all Thy goodness show;
Jesus, Thyself in me reveal,
- Tell me thy name, Thy nature tell.
2 Hast Thou been with me, Lord, so long,
Yet Thee, my Lord, have I not known?
I claim Thee with a faltering tongue;
I pray Thee, in a feeble groan,
Tell me, O tell me, who Thou art,
And speak Thy name into my heart!
8 If now Thou talkest by the way
With such an abject worm as me,
Thy mystery of grace display;
Open mine eyes that I may see!
That I may understand Thy word,
And now cry out,-"It is the Lord!"
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JESUS, in whom the weary find
Their late, but permanent repose,
Physician of the sin-sick mind,
Relieve my wants, assuage my woes;
And let my soul on Thee be cast,
Till life's fierce tyranny be past.
2 Loosed from my God, and far removed,
Long have I wandered to and fro;
O'er earth in endless circles roved,
Nor found whereon to rest below:
Back to my God at last I fly,
For O, the waters still are high!
3 Selfish pursuits, and nature's maze,
The things of earth, for Thee I leave:
Put forth Thy hand, Thy hand of grace;
Into the ark of love receive!
Take this poor fluttering soul to rest, And lodge it, Saviour, in Thy breast! 4 Fill with inviolable peace,
'Stablish and keep my settled heart:
In Thee may all my wanderings cease,
From Thee no more may I depart;
Thy utmost goodness called to prove,
Loved with an everlasting love!
Their works of righteousness;
I, a wretch undone and lost,
Am freely saved by grace:
Other title I disclaim,
This, only this, is all my plea,
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
2 Happy they whose joys abound,
Like Jordan's swelling stream,
Who their heaven in Christ have found,
And give the praise to Him:
Meanest follower of the Lamb,
His steps I at a distance see;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
I, like Gideon's fleece, am found
Unwatered still, and dry,
While the dew on all around
Falls plenteous from the sky.
Yet my Lord I cannot blame,
The Saviour's grace for all is free;
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
Surely He will lift me up,
For I of Him have need!
I cannot give up my hope,
Though I am cold and dead:
To bring fire on earth He came ;
O that it now might kindled be!
I the chief of sinners am,
But Jesus died for me.
Jesus, Thou for me hast died,
And Thou in me wilt live;
I shall feel Thy death applied,
I shall Thy life receive:
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