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2 When on my aching, burdened heart,
My sins lie heavily,
In love, remember me.
And ills I cannot flee,
For good remember me. 4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see!
Hear and remember me.
Shame and reproach shall be,
If Thou remember me.
I wait Thy just decree;
I 'll cry, Remember me.
1 Shew pity, Lord ! O Lord, forgive !
Let the repenting sinner live!
2 No outward forms can make me clean,
Nor wash away the stain within ;
And form my spirit pure and true! 3 A broken heart, my God, my King!
Is all the sacrifice I bring:
4 I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight:
1 Jesus, Saviour, sympathise
With thy servant's agonies;
Shame and suffering combined. 2 With thy sanctifying hand
Touch me gently, and command
3 Pain! what power within thee lies,
Mystery of mysteries ;
Taste thee in thy bitterness ! 4 Not to us the token thou,
Of an angry Father's brow:
In thy sharpest agony.
Let me feel, O God of power,
1 While sounds of war are heard around,
And death and ruin strew the ground,
The Parent and the Lord of all !
The image of a heaven-born mind,
3 O see, with what insatiate rage
Thy sons their impious battle wage;
And brothers shed their brothers' blood. 4 See guilty passions spring to birth,
And deeds of hell deform the earth; While righteousness and justice mourn,
And love and pity droop forlorn. 5 Great God, whose powerful hand can bind
The raging waves, the furious wind !
And hush the maddening world to peace. 6 With reverence may each hostile land
Hear and obey that high command,
My creatures, live in mutual love."
1 From foes that would the land devour;
From guilty pride, and lust of power;
From yoke of slavery;
Good Lord, preserve us free!
2 Defend, O God! with guardian hand,
The laws and ruler of our land;
In faith and unity!
A people one with Thee!
1 All hearts to Thee are open here;
All our desires are known;
To Thee, good Lord, alone. 2 No eye of man can penetrate,
Another's secret mind
Let it so shine within,
Of his unbosomed sin.
4 With godly sorrow make him grieve,
Till hope spring out of grief, And cry
with tears, “ Lord, I believe, Help, Thou, mine unbelief.”