Land purge away my sin: purge
ORD Jesus, think on me
From earth-born passions set me free, And make me pure within.
Lord Jesus, think on me
With many a care oppressed; Let me Thy loving servant be, And taste Thy promised rest.
Lord Jesus, think on me, Nor let me go astray; Through darkness and perplexity Point Thou the heavenly way.
Lord Jesus, think on me,
That, when the flood is past, I may the eternal brightness sec, And share Thy joy at last.
Lord Jesus, think on me, That I may sing above
To Father, Holy Ghost, and Thee The songs of praise and love.
UST as I am, without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come.
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.
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.
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.
Just as I am-Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve, Because Thy promise I believe—
O Lamb of God, I come.
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.
Just as I am, of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove Here for a season, then above,
O Lamb of God, I come.
H! 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.
Oh! help us when our spirits bleed With contrite anguish sore;
And when our hearts are cold and dead, Oh! help us, Lord, the more.
Oh! help us, through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive.
Oh! help us, Saviour, from on high; We know no help but Thee:
Oh! help us so to live and die As Thine in heaven to be.
SAVIOUR, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, Oh! by all the pains and woe Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany!
By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power, Turn, oh! turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn litany !
By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept, By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem's loved abode,
By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold, From Thy seat above the sky Hear our solemn litany!
By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony and prayer, By the Cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany!
By Thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God,
Oh! from earth to heaven restored, Mighty re-ascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany!
ORD, in this Thy mercy's day: Ere it pass for aye away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Holy Jesus, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears, Ere that awful doom appears.
Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour, Kneeling lowly 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.
Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place,
Lest we lose this day of grace, Ere we shall behold Thy face.
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