am counting all but dross; I shall full sal va
274 (WOODWORTH) L. M.
I 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 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 am lost-but thou hast died.
Charles Wesley
4 Just as I am thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
5 Just as I am - thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now, to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!
Charlotte Elliott
I. O for a glance of heav'nly day, To take this stub-born heart a- - way,
And thaw, with beams of love di- vine,This heart,this frozen heart of mine!
2 The rocks can rend; the earth can 4 Thy judgments, too, which devils
quake ; [shake; The seas can roar; the mountains Of feeling, all things show some sign, But this unfeeling heart of mine. 3 To hear the sorrows thou hast felt, O Lord, an adamant would melt: But I can read each moving line, And nothing moves this heart of mine.
Amazing thought!-unmoved I hear;
Goodness and wrath in vain combine
To stir this stupid heart of mine.
5 But power divine can do the deed;
And, Lord, that power I greatly need:
Thy Spirit can from dross refine,
And melt and change this heart of mine.
Joseph Hart
Rossini. Arr. by Geo. Kingsley
1. With broken heart and con- trite sigh, A trembling sin - ner, Lord, I cry:
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free, O God, be merci ful to me!
2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pardoning love be found.
3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offenses pain my eyes.
278 (HAMBURG) L.M.
I Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Though I have done thee such despite; Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
4 My lips with shame my sins confess
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope still hovering round thy word
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Isaac Watts
279 (ST. AGNES) C. M.
I O thou, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh;
Whose hand indulgent wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;·
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn
And shaken off my guilty fears; [heart,
And vexed, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years:
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace received; 3
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness
grieved:
4 Yet, O, the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great High Priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To exclude me from thy people's rest.
Charles Wesley
See, Lord, before thy throne of grace,
A wretched wanderer mourn;
Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
Hast thou not said "Return "?
And shall my guilty fears prevail
To drive me from thy feet?
Oh, let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat!
4 Oh, shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine!
And let thy healing voice impart
The sense of joy divine.
I. Father, I stretch my hands to thee; No other help I know:
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