J. Barnby

From the ac-curs-ed load;

Thy bless-ing to

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419

A SINFUL man am I,

Therefore I come to Thee,To Thee the Holy and the Just, That Thou may'st pity me.

2 Wert Thou not holy, Lord, Why should I come to Thee? It is Thy holiness that makes Thee, Lord, so meet for me.

3 Our God is love,-we come; Our God is light, we stay; Abiding ever in His word,

And walking in His way. 4 Mercy and truth are His, Unchanging faithfulness;

BETHESDA S. M.

The cross is all our boast and trust, And Jesus is our peace.

5 We give Thee glory, Lord;

Thy majesty adore,

Thee, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost We bless for evermore.

420

Horatius Bonar

AND wilt Thou pardon, Lord,

A sinner such as I?

Although Thy book his crimes record,
Of such a crimson dye?

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

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

30 Thou, Physician blest,
Make clean my guilty soul!
And me, by many a sin oppressed,
Restore, and keep me whole!

4 I know not how to praise

Thy mercy and Thy love;
But deign Thy servant to upraise,
And I shall learn above.

Joseph of the Studium, ab. 860 Tr. by John Mason Neale 1862

U. C. Burnap

421

O CEASE, my wandering soul,

On restless wing to roam;

All the wide world, to either pole, Has not for thee a home.

2 Behold the ark of God,

Behold the open door;

Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.

3 There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.

William Augustus Muhlenberg 1826

O THOU, the contrite sinners' friend,
Who, loving, lov'st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend-

That Thou wilt plead for me.

2 When, weary in the Christian race, Far-off appears my resting-place, And, fainting, I mistrust Thy grace,

Then, Saviour, plead for me.

3 When I have erred, and gone astray, Afar from Thine and wisdom's way, And see no glimmering, guiding ray, Still, Saviour, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold, Strives from Thy cross to loose my hold, Then with Thy pitying arms enfold, And plead, O plead for me.

5 And when my dying hour draws near, Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear, Then to my fainting sight appear,

Pleading in heaven for me.

6 When the full light of heavenly day
Reveals my sins in dread array,
Say, Thou hast washed them all away:
O say, Thou plead'st for me.

Charlotte Elliott 1837

J. Barnby

423

GOD of my life! Thy boundless grace
Chose, pardoned, and adopted me;
My rest, my home, my dwelling-place,
Father! I come to Thee.

2 Jesus, my hope, my rock, my shield!
Whose precious blood was shed for me,
Into Thy hands my soul I yield;
Saviour! I come to Thee.

3 Spirit of glory and of God!

Long hast Thou deigned my guide to be; Now, be Thy comfort sweet bestowed! My God! I come to Thee.

4 I come to join that countless host, Who praise Thy name unceasingly; Blest Father, Son, and Holy Ghost! My God! I come to Thee.

425

JUST as I am, without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I come.

2 Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,

To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
By fears within, and foes without,
O Lamb of God, I come.

4 Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come.

5 Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.

6 Just as I am, Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down:
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.

426

Charlotte Elliott 1836

WITH tearful eyes I look around;
Life seems a dark and stormy sea;
Yet 'midst the gloom I hear a sound,
A heavenly whisper, "Come to Me!"

2 It tells me of a place of rest,
It tells me where my soul may flee:
O, to the weary, faint, oppressed,

How sweet the bidding, "Come to Me!"
3 "Come, for all else must fail and die;
Earth is no resting-place for thee;
Heavenward direct thy weeping eye;
I am thy portion; Come to Me!"
4 O voice of mercy, voice of love!
In conflict, grief, and agony,
Support me, cheer me from above,
And gently whisper, "Come to Me!"

427

Charlotte Elliott 1841

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;
I cannot rest, till Thou art mine,
Until in me Thine image shine.

3 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.

4 What shall I say, Thy grace to move?
Lord! I am sin, but Thou art love;

I give up every plea beside;

Lord! I'm condemned, but Thou hast died.

Charles Wesley 1739