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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



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.


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.


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.


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.


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.


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


C.M. 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.

Cecil Frances Alexander, 1858

139 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

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


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

YOD the Father, God the Son,

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

Spare us, Holy Trinity.

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