To whom should I my troubles show,
And pour out my complaint?
2 My Saviour bids me come,
Ah, why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.
3 What worldly tie must break?
What idol yet depart,
Which will not let the Saviour take
Possession of my heart?
4 Jesus, the hind'rance show,
Which I have feared to see;
And let me now consent to know
What keeps me back from thee.
5 0, break the fatal chain,
And all my bonds remove; Nor let one bosom sin remain,
To keep me from thy love.
1 THOU Lord of all above,
And all below the sky,
Before thy feet I prostrate fall,
And for thy mercy cry.
2 Forgive my follies past,
The crimes which I have done;
O, bid a contrite sinner live,
Through thy incarnate Son.
3 Guilt, like a heavy load,
Upon my conscience lies;
To thee I make my sorrows known,
And lift my weeping eyes.
4 The burden which I feel,
Thou only can'st remove;
Display, O Lord, thy pardoning grace,
And thy unbounded love.
5 One gracious look of thine
Will ease my troubled breast;
O, let me know my sins forgiven,
And I shall then be blest.
Hope for the Chief of Sinners.
1 I LEFT the God of truth and light,
I left the God who gave me breath,
To wander in the wilds of night,
And perish in the snares of death.
2 Sweet was his service, and his yoke
Was light and easy to be borne;
Through all his bands of love I broke,
I cast away his gifts with scorn.
3 Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down,
Where shall the chief of sinners fly,
Almighty Vengeance, from thy frown-
Eternal Justice, from thine eye?
4 My suffering, slain, and risen Lord,
In sore distress I turn to thee,
I claim acceptance on thy word,
My God! my God! forsake not me.
5 Prostrate before the mercy-seat,
I dare not, if I would, despair;
None ever perished at thy feet,
And I will lie for ever there.
"I will take Away the Heart of Stone."
1 HEAR, O Jesus, my complaints,
Known to thee are all my wants:
Self-convicted, self-abhorred,
I approach thee, dearest Lord.
2 Break, O break this heart of stone;
Form it for thy use alone:
Bid each vanity depart;
Build thy temple in my heart.
3 This be my support in need,
That thou didst so freely bleed:
All my joys and hopes arise
From thy bleeding sacrifice.
4 Saviour, to my heart be near,
Exercise thy shepherd care:
Guard my weakness by thy grace,
Fill my soul with heavenly peace.
The Sinner at the Saviour's Feet.
1 O LAMB of God, for sinners slain,
I plead with thee, my suit to gain,
I plead what thou hast done:
Didst thou not die the death for me?
Jesus, remember Calvary,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Receive the purchase of thy blood,
My friend and Advocate with God,
My ransom and my peace;
My Surety! thou my debt hast paid,
For all my sins atonement made,
The Lord my righteousness.
30 let thy Spirit shed abroad
The love of my redeeming God,
In this cold heart of mine:
O might he now descend, and rest
For ever in this troubled breast,
"He hath Borne our Griefs."
1 SURELY Christ thy griefs hath borne, Weeping soul, no longer mourn;
View him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out his life for thee;
There thy every sin he bore,
Weeping soul, lament no more.
2 Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On the atoning sacrifice;
There the incarnate Deity,
Numbered with transgressors, see;
There; his Father's absence mourns,
Nailed, and bruised, and crowned with thorns.
3 Cast thy guilty soul on him,
Find him mighty to redeem;
At his feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and cares away;
Now by faith the Son embrace,
Plead his promise, trust his grace.
4 Lord, thine arm must be revealed,
Ere I can by faith be healed:
Since I scarce can look to thee,
Cast a gracious eye on me;
At thy feet myself I lay,
Shine, O shine, my fears away.
"He Giveth Grace to the Humble." 1 COME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return:
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
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