Remove this load of guilty wo,
Nor let me in my sins expire!
3 I tremble, lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my wretched soul,
Should bruise this wretched soul of mine
Long as eternal ages roll.
4 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee:
O, save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept and bled for me.
JESUS, thy far-extended fame,
My drooping soul exults to hear;
Thy name, thy all-restoring name,
Is music in a sinner's ear.
2 Sinners of old thou didst receive,
With comfortable words, and kind,
Their sorrows cheer, their wants relieve,
Heal the diseas'd, and cure the blind.
3 And art thou not the Saviour still,
In every place and age the same?
Hast thou forgot thy gracious skill,
Or lost the virtue of thy name?
4 Faith in thy changeless name I have,
The good, the kind Physician, thou
Art able now our souls to save,
Art willing to restore them now.
THOUGH eighteen hundred years are past Since thou didst in the flesh appear;
Thy tender mercies ever last,
And still thy healing power is here.
2 Wouldst thou the body's health restore,
And not regard the sin-sick soul?
The sin-sick soul thou lov'st much more,
And surely thou wilt make it whole.
3 All my disease, my every sin,
To thee, O Jesus, I confess :
In pardon, Lord, my cure begin,
And perfect it in holiness.
4 That token of thine utmost good,
Now, Saviour, now, on me bestow;
And purge my conscience with thy blood,
And wash my nature white as snow.
HYMN 111. S. M. [448]
DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears,
The wondering angels see!
Be thou astonished, O my soul!
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep-
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alone no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
AND wilt thou yet be found,
And may I still draw near?
Then listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.
2 Jesus, thine aid afford,
If still the same thou art,
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord!
Lift up a helpless heart.
3 Thou seest my troubled breast,
The strugglings of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel.
4 The daily death I prove,
Saviour, to thee, is known:
"Tis worse than death my God to love, And not my God alone.
5 O, my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace,
I know thou canst; pronounce the word, And bid the tempest cease!
6 I long to see thy face,
Thy Spirit I implore,
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.
HYMN 113. C. M. [65]
O FOR that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord;
Acknowledging how just thou art,
And trembling at thy word!
O, for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow:
That consciousness of guilt, which fears
The long-suspended blow!
2 Saviour, to me, in pity give
The sensible distress;
The pledge, thou wilt, at last receive,
And bid me die in peace:
Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;
My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.
HYMN 114. S. M. [65]
O THAT I Could repent,
With all my idols part;
And to thy gracious eye present
An humble, contrite heart:
2 A heart with grief opprest,
For having griev'd my God:
A troubled heart that cannot rest,
Till sprinkled with thy blood.
3 Jesus, on me bestow
The penitent desire!
With true sincerity of woe,
My aching breast inspire;
4 With soft'ning pity look,
And melt my hardness down :
Strike with thy love's resistless stroke,
And break this heart of stone!
HYMN 115. C. M. [66]
LET the redeem'd give thanks and praise
To a forgiving God!
My feeble voice I cannot raise,
Till wash'd in Jesus' blood.
2 Till at thy coming from above,
My mountain sin depart,
And fear gives place to filial love,
And peace o'erflows my heart.
3 Pris'ner of hope, I still attend
Th' appearance of my Lord,
These endless doubts and fears to end,
And speak my soul restor❜d:
4 Restor❜d by reconciling grace,
With present pardon blest;
And fitted by true holiness
For my eternal rest.
5 The peace which man can ne'er conceive,
The love and joy unknown,
Now, Father, to thy servant give,
And claim me for thine own.
HYMN 116. S. M.
WHEN shall thy love constrain,
And force me to thy breast?
When shall my soul return again
'To her eternal rest?
2 Ah! what avails my strife,
My wandering to and fro?
Thou hast the words of endless life:
Ah! whither should I go?
3 Thy condescending grace
To me did freely move;
It calls me still to seek thy face,
And stoops to ask my love.
4 Lord, at thy feet I fall,
I groan to be set free:
I fain would now obey the call,
And give up all for thee.
5 To rescue me from woe,
Thou didst with all things part;
Didst lead a suffering life below,
To gain my worthless heart.
6 My worthless heart to gain,
The God of all that breathe,
Was found in fashion as a man,
And died a cursed death.
HYMN 117. C. M.
LORD, I approach the mercy seat,
Where thou dost answer prayer;
There humbly fall before thy feet,
For none can perish there., 30
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