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, 1879

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ver ,
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.

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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.

Joseph Grigo, 1765, alt.

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Six 8's TEARY of wandering from my God,

And now made willing to return, 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.

WEAR

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.

Amen.

Charles Wesley, 1749 137

7.7.7 EAL me, O my Saviour, heal;

Heal me as I suppliant kneel; Heal me, and my pardon seal.

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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.

Godfrey Thring, 1866

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C.M. THEN wounded sore the stricken soul

Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a piercèd hand,

Can heal the sinner's wound.

WHI

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.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858

139

8.8.8.6 J me

UST as I am, without one plea, 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 eacb

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,

OʻLamb 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

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Four 7's
VINFUL, 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, 1867

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7.7.7.6
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YOD the Father, God the Son,

God the Spirit, Three in One,
Hear us from thy heavenly throne:

Spare us, Holy Trinity.