3 As thou didst hunger bear and thirst,
So teach us, gracious Lord,
To die to self, and chiefly live
By thy most holy word.

4 And through these days of penitence,
And through thy Passion-tide,
Yea, evermore, in life and death,
Jesus! with us abide.

5 Abide with us, that so, this life
Of suffering overpast,
An Easter of unending joy
We may attain at last! Amen.

Claudia F. Hernaman, 1873

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JESUS, and shall it ever be

L.M.

A mortal man ashamed of thee? Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine through endless days?

2 Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far

Let night disown each radiant star;
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.

3 Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun!
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.

4 Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No; when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his Name.

5 Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride!
I'll boast a Saviour crucified;
And O may this my portion be,
My Saviour not ashamed of me.

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Joseph Grigg, 1765, alt.

Six 8's

TEARY of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,

WEA

I hear and bow me to the rod;

For thee, not without hope, I mourn: I have an Advocate above,

A Friend before the throne of love.

2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin; Yet once again I seek thy face:

Open thine arms and take me in; And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.

3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back. My fallen spirit to restore;

O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
Forgive, and bid me sin no more:

The ruins of my soul repair,

And make my heart a house of prayer.

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Amen.

Charles Wesley, 1749

7.7.7

EAL me, O my Saviour, heal;
Heal me as I suppliant kneel;

Heal me, and my pardon seal.

2 Fresh the wounds that sin hath made; Hear the prayers I oft have prayed, And in mercy send me aid.

3 Helpless, none can help me now;
Cheerless, none can cheer but thou;
Suppliant, Lord, to thee I bow.

4 Thou the true Physician art;
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart,
Binding up the bleeding heart.

5 Other comforters are gone;
Thou canst heal, and thou alone,
Thou for all my sin atone.

6 Heal me, then, my Saviour, heal;
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;
To thy mercy I appeal. Amen.

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Godfrey Thring, 1866

C.M.

WHE

THEN wounded sore the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,

One only hand, a piercèd hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

2 When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.

3 When penitence has wept in vain,
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.

4 'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,

His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.

5 Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord;
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side. Amen.

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J

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858

8.8.8.6

UST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'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,
Fightings and fears within, 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.

Amen.
Charlotte Elliott, 1840

140

S

Four 7's

INFUL, sighing to be blest;
Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest:
God be merciful to me.

2 Goodness I have none to plead,
Sinfulness in all I see,
I can only bring my need:
God be merciful to me.

3 Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to thee;
Yet thou canst interpret sighs:
God be merciful to me.

4 From this sinful heart of mine
To thy bosom I would flee:
I am not my own but thine:
God be merciful to me.

5 There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in him, and him alone:
God be merciful to me.

6 He my cause will undertake,
My interpreter will be;
He's my all; and for his sake
God be merciful to me.

Amen.

John S. B. Monsell, 1857

7.7.7.6

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LITANIES OF PENITENCE

OD the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, Three in One,
Hear us from thy heavenly throne:
Spare us, Holy Trinity.