Let thy life-giving blood
Remove all my load,
And purge my foul conscience, and bring me to God.
4 Now, now let me know
Its virtue below,
Let it wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow;
Let it hallow my heart,
And make me, O Lord, in the world as thou art.
5 Each moment applied
My weakness to hide,
Thy blood be upon me, and always abide,
My advocate prove
With the Father above,
And speak me at last to the throne of thy love.
TAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears,
And vexed, and urged thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years;
3 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all who e'er thy grace received,
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
4 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High Priest,
Nor in thy righteous anger swear
To exclude me from thy people's rest.
5 This only woe I deprecate,
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate,
Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Up-raise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
MY offended God,
If now at last I see
That I have trampled on thy blood,
And done despite to thee,
If I begin to wake
Out of my deadly sleep,
Into thy arms of mercy take,
And there for ever keep.
2 No other right have I
Than what the world may claim;
All, all may to their God draw nigh
Through faith in Jesu's name;
Thou all the debt hast paid;
This is my only plea,
The covenant God in thee hath made
With all mankind and me.
3 Thou hast obtained the grace
That all may turn and live;
And lo! thy offer I embrace,
Thy mercy I receive :
Whene'er the wicked man
Turns from his sin to thee,
His late repentance is not vain,
He shall accepted be.
4 Thy death hath bought the power
For every sinful soul,
That all may know their gracious hour,
And be by faith made whole:
Thou hast for sinners died,
That all might come to God;
The covenant thou hast ratified,
And sealed it with thy blood.
5 He that believes in thee,
And doth till death endure,
He shall be saved eternally;
The covenant is sure:
The mountains shall give place,
Thy covenant cannot move,
The covenant of thy general grace,
Thy all-redeeming love.
1 WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall it be,
That I shall find my all in thee,
The fulness of thy promise prove,
The seal of thine eternal love?
2 A poor blind child I wander here,
If haply I may feel thee near:
O dark! dark! dark! I still must say,
Amid the blaze of gospel day.
3 Thee, only thee, I fain would find,
And cast the world and flesh behind;
Thou, only thou, to me be given,
Of all thou hast in earth or heaven.
4 Whom man forsakes thou wilt not leave,
Ready the outcasts to receive,
Though all my simpleness I own,
And all my faults to thee are known.
5 Ah, wherefore did I ever doubt!
Thou wilt in no wise cast me out,
A helpless soul that comes to thee,
With only sin and misery.
6 Lord, I am sick, my sickness cure;
I want, do thou enrich the poor;
Under thy mighty hand I stoop,
O lift the abject sinner up!
7 Lord, I am blind, be thou my sight;
Lord, I am weak, be thou my might;
A helper of the helpless be,
And let me find my all in thee !
The Woman of Canaan.
Matt. xv. 22-28.
ORD, regard my earnest cry,
A potsherd of the earth;
A poor guilty worm am I,
A Canaanite by birth:
Save me from this tyranny,
From all the power of Satan save ;
Mercy, mercy upon me,
Thou Son of David, have!
2 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!
3 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.
4 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 the master's table fall;
Let the fragments be my meat;
Thy grace is free for all.
5 Give me, Lord, the victory,
My heart's desire fulfil,
Let it now be done to me
According to my will!
Give me living bread to eat,
And say, in answer to my call,
Canaanite, thy faith is great!
My grace is free for all."
6 If thy grace for all is free,
Thy call now let me hear;
Show this token upon me,
And bring salvation near;
Now the gracious word repeat,
The word of healing to my soul,
"Canaanite, thy faith is great!
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
To visit a sorrowful breast,
My burden of guilt to remove,
And bring me assurance and rest!
Thou only hast power to relieve
A sinner o'erwhelmed with his load,
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