Seeking Salvation.
To the sheep of Israel's fold,
Thou in thy flesh wast sent;
Yet the Gentiles now behold
In thee their covenant:
See me, then, with pity, see,
A sinner whom thou cam'st to save:
Mercy, mercy upon me,
Thou Son of David, have.
Still I cannot part with thee;
I will not let thee go:
Mercy, mercy upon me,
Thou Son of David, show:
Vilest of the sinful race,
On thee importunate I call:
Help me, Jesus: show thy grace:
Thy grace is free for all.
Nothing am I in thy sight;
Nothing have I to plead :
Unto dogs it is not right
To cast the children's bread:
Yet the dogs the crumbs may eat,
That from their Master's table fall:
Let the fragments be my meat!
Thy grace is free for all.
As thy grace for all is free,
Thy call now let me hear;
Show this token unto me,
And bring salvation near;
Now the gracious word repeat,
The word of healing to my soul:
"Canaanite, thy faith is great;
Thy faith has made thee whole."
Seeking Salvation.
My God, if I may call thee mine,
From heaven and thee removed so far
Draw nigh, thy pitying ear incline,
And cast not out my languid prayer.
Pleading the Blood of Christ.
2 Gently the weak thou lov'st to lead;
Thou lov'st to prop the feeble knee:
Oh, break not then a bruised reed,
Nor quench the smoking flax in me.
8 Buried in sin, thy voice I hear,
And burst the barriers of my tomb;
In all the marks of death appear;
Forth at thy call, though bound, I come
4 Give me, oh, give me fully, Lord,
Thy resurrection's power to know;
Free me indeed, repeat the word,
And loose my bands, and let me go.
5 Fain would I go to thee, my God;
Thy mercies and my wants to tell:
To feel my pardon seal'd in blood;
Saviour, thy love I wait to feel.
6 Freed from the power of cancell'd sin,
When shall my soul triumphant prove?
Why breaks not out the fire within,
In flames of joy, and praise, and love?
HYMN 462. 4-7's.
Pleading the Blood of Christ.
GRACIOUS God, thou seest in me
Only sin and misery;
Look on thy beloved Son,
See what he for me has done.
2 Turn from me thy glorious eyes,
To that spotless sacrifice;
To that full atonement made,
To that utmost ransom paid;
3 To the blood that speaks above,
Calls for thy forgiving love:
To the tokens of his death,
Here exhibited beneath.
4 Hear his blood's availing cry;
Let thy bowels then reply;
Then through him the sinner see;
Then in Jesus look on me.
BACKSLIDERS: CONFESSION, ETC.
Unfaithfulness confessed.
SAVIOUR, I now with shame confess
My thirst for creature happiness:
By base desires I wrong'd thy love,
And forced thy mercy to remove.
2 Yet would I not regard thy stroke,
But when thou didst thy grace revoke:
And when thou didst thy face conceal,
Thy absence I refused to feel.
8 I knew not that the Lord was gone;
In my own froward will went on:
I lived-to the desires of men,
And thou hast all my wanderings seen.
4 Yet, oh, the riches of thy grace!
Thou who hast seen my evil ways,
Wilt freely my backslidings heal,
And pardon on my conscience seal.
5 For this I at thy footstool wait,
Till thou my peace again create;
Fruit of thy gracious lips, restore
My peace,
and bid me sin no more.
Seeking Peace with God.
AND wilt thou yet be found?
And may I still draw near?
Then listen to the plaintive sound
Of a poor sinner's prayer.
Jesus, thy aid afford,
If still the same thou art:
To thee I look, to thee, my Lord!
Lift up my helpless heart.
The Lord turned and looked on Peter.
2 Thou seest my troubled breast,
The struggles of my will,
The foes that interrupt my rest,
The agonies I feel:
The daily death I prove,
Saviour, to thee is known:
"Tis worse than death my God to love, And not my God alone.
O my offended Lord,
Restore my inward peace:
I know thou canst pronounce the word,
And bid the tempest cease.
I long to see thy face;
Thy Spirit I implore;
The living water of thy grace,
That I may thirst no more.
The Lord turned and looked on Peter.
JESUS, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wandering sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep;
Let me be by grace restored;
On me be all long-suffering shown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour, Prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, through thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart:
Give what I have long implored,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye:
Guilt confessed and Mercy implored.
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down!
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
HYMN 466. 8-7's & 6's.
Guilt confessed and Mercy implored.
JESUS, Friend of sinners, hear,
Yet once again I pray:
From my debt of sin set clear,
For I have nought to pay:
Speak, oh, speak the kind release;
A poor backsliding soul restore :
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
For my selfishness and pride,
Thou hast withdrawn thy grace;
Left me long to wander wide,
An outcast from thy face;
But I now my sins confess,
And mercy, mercy, I implore;
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
Though my sins as mountains rise,
And swell and reach to heaven,
Mercy is above the skies,
I still may be forgiven:
Infinite my sins' increase,
But greater is thy mercy's store:
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
Sin's deceitfulness has spread
A hardness o'er my heart;
But if thou thy Spirit shed,
The stony shall depart :
Shed thy love, thy tenderness,
And let me feel thy soft'ning power:
Love me freely, seal my peace,
And bid me sin no more.
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