3 O sanctify this sinful soul;
Health to the dying leper give.
Thou—if Thou wilt-canst make me whole;
Speak but the word, and I shall live!
4 O disenthral this captive will--
Free only when Thou mak'st it free-
That I may glory to fulfil
Thy perfect law of liberty.
5 Then, though a fallen worm of earth,
In death returning to the clod,
I shall become, by second birth,
An heir of Heaven-a child of God.
"Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy upon us."-Mark x. 47.
56 JESUS, if still Thou art to-day
As yesterday the same,
Present to heal, in me display
The virtue of Thy name.
2 If still Thou goest about to do
Thy needy creatures good,
On me, that I Thy praise may show,
Be all Thy wonders showed.
3 Thou seest me deaf to Thy commands;
Open, O Lord, mine ear;
Bid me stretch out my withered hands,
And lift them up in prayer.
4 Silent, (alas! Thou know'st how long!)
My voice I cannot raise;
But oh! when Thou shalt loose my tongue,
The dumb shall sing Thy praise.
5 Lame, at the pool I still am found:
Give, and my strength employ
Light as a hart I then shall bound,
The lame shall leap for joy.
6 Blind from my birth to guilt and Thee, And dark I am within :
The love of God I cannot see,
The sinfulness of sin.
7 But Thou, they say, art passing by;
O let me find Thee near !
Jesus, in mercy hear my cry,
Thou Son of David, hear!
8 Behold me waiting in the way,
For Thee, the heavenly light;
Command me to be brought, and say,
Sinner, receive thy sight!"
"If I wash thee not, thou hast no part with me.”—John xiii. 8. Alsace, 275.] L.M. [DESSLER, tr. by J. WESLEY,
THIRST, Thou wounded Lamb of God,
To wash me in Thy cleansing blood;
To dwell within Thy heart: then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
2 Take my poor heart, and let it be
For ever closed to all but Thee;
Seal Thou my breast, and let me wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
3 How blest are they who still abide
Close sheltered in Thy bleeding side;
Who life and strength from thence derive,
And by Thee move, and in Thee live.
4 How can it be, Thou heavenly King,
That Thou shouldst us to glory bring;
Make slaves the partners of Thy throne,
Decked with a never-fading crown? .
5 Ah, Lord, enlarge our scanty thought,
To know the wonders Thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stammering tongues to tell,
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
"Without me ye can do nothing."—John xv. 5.
58 I NEED Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within:
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,-
The Blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blessed Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly_store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
3 I need Thee, blessed Jesus,
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me.
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trial
And all my sorrows share.
4 I need Thee, blessed Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on thy throne!
There, with Thy blood-bought children
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.
“By grace ye are saved."—Eph. ii. 5.
OT what these hands have done
Can save this guilty soul;
Not what this toiling flesh has borne,
Can make my spirit whole.
2 Not what I feel or do,
Can give me peace with God;
Not all my prayers, and sighs, and tears,
Can bear my awful load.
Thy work alone, O Christ,
Can ease this weight of sin;
Thy blood alone, O Lamb of God,
Čan give me peace within.
Not mine, O Lord, to Thee,
Can rid me of this dark unrest,
And set my spirit free.
5 Thy grace alone, O God,
To me can pardon speak;
Thy power alone, O Son of God,
Čan this sore bondage break.
I bless the Christ of God,
I rest on love divine;
And with unfaltering lip and heart,
I call this Saviour mine.
"There is forgiveness with Thee.”—Ps. cxxx. 4.
60 FULL of trembling expectation,
Feeling much, and fearing more,
Mighty God of my salvation, .
I Thy timely aid implore;
Suffering Son of Man, be near me,
All my sufferings to sustain,
By Thy sorer griefs to cheer me,
By Thy more than mortal pain.
2 By Thy most severe temptation
In that dark, satanic hour,
By Thy last mysterious passion,
Screen me from the adverse power.
By Thy fainting in the garden,
By Thy bloody sweat, I pray,
Write upon my heart the pardon,
Take my sins and fears away.
3 By the travail of Thy spirit,
By Thine outcry on the tree,.
By Thine agonizing merit,
In my pangs remember me!
By Thy dying benediction,
My weak, dying soul befriend;
Make me patient in affliction,
Keep me faithful to the end
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