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PROSTRATE, O Jesus, at thy feet,

guilty sinner lies;

And upward to the mercy seat
Presumes to lift his eyes.

2 0 let not justice frown me hence:
Stay, stay the vengeful storm;
Forbid it that Omnipotence

Should crush a feeble worm.

3 If tears of sorrow would suffice To pay the debt I owe,

Tears should from both my weeping eyes In ceaseless torrents flow.

4 But no such sacrifice I plead, To expiate my guilt;

No tears, but those which thou hast shed—
No blood, but thou hast spilt.

5 Think of thy sorrows, gracious Lord!`
And all my sins forgive;
Justice will well approve the word
That bids the sinner live.

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LOVE to steal awhile away From every cumbering care, And spend the hours of setting day In humble, grateful prayer.

2 I love in solitude to shed

The penitential tear,

And all His promises to plead,
Where none but God can hear.

3 I love to think on mercies past,
And future good implore;
And all my care and sorrows cast
On him whom I adore.

4 I love by faith to take a view
Of brighter scenes in heav'n;
The prospect doth my strength renew,
While here by tempest driv'n.

5 Thus when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray

Be calm as this impressive hour,
And lead to endless day.

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ROOPING souls, no longer grieve;
Heaven is propitious,

If on Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.

2 Jesus now is passing by,

Calls the mourner to him;
He has died for you and I,
Now look up and view him.

3 From his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs a healing fountain;
See the consolation tide,
Boundless as the ocean.

4 See the living waters move
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.

5 Grace's store is always free,
Drooping souls to gladden;
Jesus calls: "Come unto me,
Weary, heavy-laden."

6 Though your sins, like mountains high,
Rise and reach to heaven-
Soon as you on him rely,
"All shall be forgiven."

7 Now, methinks, I hear one say,
I will go and prove him;
If he take my sins away,
Surely I shall love him.

8 Streaming mercy, how it flows,
Now I know I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it.

9 Jesus' blood has healed my wounds,
Oh the wondrous story:
I was lost, but now I'm found,
Glory! glory! glory!

10 Glory to the Savior's name,
Saints are bound to love him;
Mourners, you may do the same,
Only come and prove him.

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W More than he hath done for you,

HAT could your Redeemer do

To procure your peace with God,"
Could he more than shed his blood?
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,
"Why will ye resolve to die?"

2 Sinners, turn, while God is near:
Dare not think him insincere;
Now, e'en now, your Savior stands,

All day long he spreads his hands:
Cries, "Ye will not happy be,
No, ye will not come to me;
Me, whose life to none deny:
Why will ye resolve to die?

3 Can you doubt if God is love?
If to all his bowels move?
Will ye not his word receive?
Will ye not not his oath believe?
Jesus weeps-believe his tears;
See, the suffering God appears,
Mingled with his blood they cry,
'Why will ye resolve to die?"

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THOU who driest the mourner's tear,
How dark this world would be,

If, when deceived and wounded here,
We could not fly to thee!

2 The friends, who, in our sunshine live,
When winter comes are flown;
And he who has but tears to give,
Must weep those tears alone.

3 But thou wilt heal that broken heart,
Which, like the plants that throw
Their fragrance from the wounded part,
Breathes sweetness out of wo.

4 When joy no longer soothes or cheers,
And e'en the hope that threw
A moment's sparkle o'er our tears,
Is dimm'd and vanish'd, too.

5 O who could bear life's stormy doom,
Did not thy wing of love

Come brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above!

6 Then sorrow, touch'd by thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray;

As darkness shows us worlds of light,
We never saw by day.

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UST as I am-without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidst 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 toss'd about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within and wars 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!

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