282 ELIM 7.6.7. 6. D. 4 9:4 1. My sins, my sins, my Sav iour! They take such hold on me, In am not a ble to look up, Save on ly, Christ, to Thee. Thee is all for - give ness, In Thee a bun dant grace; 283 LANGRAN 10. 10. 10. 10 James Langran, 1861 3 The while I fain would tread the The lowliest garb of penitence and pray'r, heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day; 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear, His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 5 'Twas He who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heav'n, the Father's child. That in the Father's courts my glorious 284 STATE STREET S. M. C Jonathan C. Woodman, 1844 1. Did Christ o'er sin ners weep? And shall our cheeks be dry ? 286 SEYMOUR 7.7.7.7 Arr. from Carl Maria von Weber 1. How oft, a las! this wretch-ed heart Has wan-dered from How oft my rov ing tho'ts de part, Forget - ful of His word! 2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, "Return;" 4 Almighty grace, Thy healing power, Dear Lord, and may I come? My vile ingratitude I mourn; O! take the wanderer home. 3 And canst Thou, wilt Thou, yet forgive, And bid my crimes remove? And shall a pardoned rebel live How glorious, how divine! That can to life and bliss restore So vile a heart as mine. 5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, Dear Saviour, I adore; O! keep me at Thy sacred feet, And let me rove no more. 288 HEBRON L. M. 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass The power and glory of Thy grace; Great God, Thy nature hath no bound, So let Thy pardoning love be found. 3 0! wash my soul from every sin, 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against Thy law, against Thy grace; 289 ST. LUKE L. M. Lord, should Thy judgments grow severe, I am condemned, but Thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce Thee just in death; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well. 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Rev. Isaac Watts, 1719 Altered by S. Arnold, 1791 from Jeremiah Clark, 1708 (Or to Warner, No. 281) 2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns Thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. 3 Then will I teach the world Thy ways; Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, |