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3 Father, if I may call thee so,
4 I tremble lest the wrath divine,
Which bruises now my sinful soul, Should bruise this wretched soul of mine Long as eternal ages roll.
5 To thee my last distress I bring,
The heightened fear of death I find; The tyrant, brandishing his sting, Appears, and hell is close behind.
6 I deprecate that death alone,
That endless banishment from thee; O save, and give me to thy Son,
Who trembled, wept, and bled for me!
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1 I WILL hearken what the Lord
Will say concerning me:
Hast thou not a gracious word
May in thee have peace and power,
And never grieve thee more.
I have sinned against the light:
3 After all that I have done
To drive thee from my heart,
Thou continuest still the same,
ESU, Shepherd of the sheep,
Guide, and nourish me, and keep,
Till thy love shall make me whole: Give me perfect soundness, give, Make me steadfastly believe.
2 I am never at one stay,
Changing every hour I am;
Now and evermore the same;
'Stablish with thy grace my heart.
3 Give me faith to hold me up,
Still my soul's sure anchor be;
MY God, my God, to thee I cry,
Thy purifying blood apply,
And wash me white as snow.
2 Touch me, and make the leper clean,
Unless thou wash my soul from sin,
3 But art thou not already mine?
4 Tell me again my peace is made,
The debt's discharged, the ransom's paid,
5 Behold, for me the victim bleeds,
His wounds are opened wide;
For me the blood of sprinkling pleads,
6 0 why did I my Saviour leave?
7 I forced thee first to disappear,
Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here,
8 But O, how soon thy wrath is o'er,
9 O could I lose myself in thee,
10 My humbled soul, when thou art near,
11 I loathe myself when God I see,
1 AFTER all that I have done,
Saviour, art thou pacified?
Whither shall my vileness run?
Full of holy shame, adore!
2 0 confirm the gracious word,
Till thou bring thy nature in,
TEARY of wandering from my God,
I hear, and bow me to the rod;
For thee, not without hope, I mourn;
I have an advocate above,
A friend before the throne of Love.
2 O Jesus, full of truth and grace, More full of grace than I of sin, Yet once again I seek thy face;
Open thine arms, and take me in, And freely my backslidings heal, And love the faithless sinner still.
3 Thou know'st the way to bring me back,
O for thy truth and mercy's sake,
The ruins of my soul repair,
And make my heart a house of prayer.
4 The stone to flesh again convert,
The veil of sin again remove;