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Nothing have I, Lord, to pay,
But trust thy grace alone;
Empty send me not away,
Thus helpless and undone;
Dust and ashes is my name,
My all is sin and misery;
Friend of sinners' spotless Lamb
Thy blood was shed for me.
I, alas, no price can bring,
Yet come to seek thy love;
Though so vile, so lost a thing,
May I thy mercy prove :
Take me, wretched as I am,
From guilt and fear, O set me free;
Friend of sinners! spotless Lamb
Thy blood was shed for me.
O THou, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
O Lord, remember me !
When on my aching, burthen’d heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, thy peace impart,
In love remember me !
When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
Oh, let my strength be as my day,
For good remember me !
When worn with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see;
Give patience, rest, and kind relief,
Hear, and remember me!
If on my face, for thy loved Name,
Shame and reproach shall be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me !
When in the solemn hour of death
I wait thy just decree,
Be this the prayer of my last breath—
“O Lord, remember me!”
33. L.M. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God! All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown |
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
O LorD, Thou knowest all the snares
That round our pathway be, Thou know'st that both our joys and cares
Come between us and Thee ;
Thou know'st that our infirmity
In Thee alone is strong,
To Thee for help and strength we fly;
O let us not go wrong!
O bear us up, protect us now
In dark temptation’s hour;
For Thou wert born of woman, Thou
Hast felt the tempter’s power:
All sinless, Thou canst feel for those
Who strive and suffer long;
But O midst all our cares and woes
Still let us not go wrong.
JEsus, Refuge of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour ! hide,
Till the storm of life be past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on Thee is staid,
All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in Thee I find :
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind;
Thou of life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
LoRD, in this thy mercy’s day,
Now, before it pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Holy JESU, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere that awful doom appears.
Supplication on us pour,
Let us now kneel at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.
By thy night of agony,
By thy supplicating cry,
By thy willingness to die,
By thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not thy love forego.
'Neath thy wings let us have place,
Lest we lose this day of grace,
Ere we shall behold thy face.
OH ! for a heart to praise my God;
A heart from sin set free;
A heart that’s sprinkled with the blood
So freely shed for me.
Oh! for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From Him who dwells within.
A heart in every thought renew’d,
And fill'd with love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart,
Thy new, best name of Love.
O HELP us, Lord ; each hour of need
Thy heavenly succour give :
Help us in thought, and word, and deed,
Each hour on earth we live!
O help us when our spirits bleed
With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead
O help us, Lord, the more!
O help us through the prayer of faith
More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath
The more shall he receive.
O help us, JESUs, from on high;
We know no help but Thee!
O help us so to live and die
As thine in heaven to be
OBJECT of my first desire,
JESUs crucified for me;
All to happiness aspire;
I would seek it, Lord, in Thee:
Thee to praise, and Thee to know,
Makes the joy of Saints below:
Thee to see, and Thee to love,
Makes the bliss of Saints above.
Lord, it is not life to live,
If thy presence Thou deny:
Lord, if Thou thy presence give,
'Tis no longer death to die: