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The backslider's prayer
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCLXXX (1790) Topics: Backslider's Prayer First Line: Hear me, O Redeemer, hear Lyrics: 1 Hear me, O Redeemer, hear,
My huble suit receive;
While I all my wants declare,
And how unhel'd I griev;
JESUS master I have sinn'd,
My sol hath greatly gone astray,
Dear Redeemer be my friend,
And bring me on my way.
2 I am hungry all my cry,
Is for the living bread;
Neither have I ought to buy,
Nor any thing to plead:
Helpless begging at the door,
I ask the food that came from heav'n,
See me needy, lost, and poor,
And let relief be giv'n.
3 Hidden manna, Lord, reveal,
For this behold I pant;
Let thine ears consider well
The voice of my complaint;
Let the tree of life relieve
A weary traveller near to die;
May it plese thee, Lord, to give,
To one who cannot buy.
4 Empty send me not away,
For I am come from far;
do not, dearest Lord, delay,
And leave me to dispair;
Give me of thy flesh to eat,
O! let me of thy nature share;
At thy banquet take my seat,
And feast for ever there.
Languages: English
The backslider's prayer
The backslider's prayer
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #CCLXXIX (1790) Meter: 7.6.7.6.7.8.7.6 Topics: Backslider's Prayer First Line: Jesus, let thy pitying eye Lyrics: 1 Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to thee, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter, weep;
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all its freeness shewn;
Turn and look upon me, LORD,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Saviour prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me thro' thy dying love,
The humble contrite heart;
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn and look upon me, LORD,
And break my heart of stone.
3 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye;
Speak the reconciling word
And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn and look upon me, LORD,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Look as when thy pitying eye,
Was clos'd that we might live;
Father (at the point to die,
My Saviour gasp'd) "Forgive!"
Surely with that dying word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, "'tis done!"
O my loving, bleeding LORD<
Thou breaks my heart of stone. Languages: English
The backslider's prayer
The Backslider's Return
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CLXII (1799) Topics: Backslider his return First Line: O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme Lyrics: 1 O thou my GOD, who from thy throne supreme,
Art mindful of the penitential tear,
Kindly dispersing, with thy mercy's beam,
The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair;
Lord, lend thine ear! O hear a sinner's cry!
And save a wretch thy law condemns to die!
2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears,
And once I tho't I made thy ways my choice;
But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears,
I scarce can hear my heav'nly shepherd's voice;
Oh shine again! revive my drooping heart!
Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart!
3 Entangles with the world's delusive charms,
Mine enemies against my soul prevail;
Prevail to thrust me, wretched, from thine arms,
Whilst guilt and unbelief my hope assail.
O GOD, my GOD, display thy guardian cure,
Nor let me fall a victim to despair!
4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure?
And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain?
Shall not thy truth from age to age endure?
And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain?
Then shine again, my fainting soul restore,
And hold me with thy hand to fall no more!
Languages: English
The Backslider's Return
The Backslider's Return
Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CLXII (1802) Topics: Backslider his return First Line: O thou, my God, who from thy throne supreme Lyrics: 1 O thou my GOD, who from thy throne supreme,
Art mindful of the penitential tear,
Kindly dispersing, with thy mercy's beam,
The gath'ring clouds of darkness and despair;
Lord, lend thine ear! O hear a sinner's cry!
And save a wretch thy law condemns to die!
2 Long has thy gospel sounded in mine ears,
And once I tho't I made thy ways my choice;
But now, alas! o'erwhelm'd with gloomy fears,
I scarce can hear my heav'nly shepherd's voice;
Oh shine again! revive my drooping heart!
Subdue my foes, and bid my fears depart!
3 Entangles with the world's delusive charms,
Mine enemies against my soul prevail;
Prevail to thrust me, wretched, from thine arms,
Whilst guilt and unbelief my hope assail.
O GOD, my GOD, display thy guardian cure,
Nor let me fall a victim to despair!
4 Does not thy promise bid me rest secure?
And can I trust thy faithfulness in vain?
Shall not thy truth from age to age endure?
And wilt thou not thy people's cause maintain?
Then shine again, my fainting soul restore,
And hold me with thy hand to fall no more!
Languages: English
The Backslider's Return
Weary of wandering from my God
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #415 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning; The returning Backslider Lyrics: 1 Weary of wandering from my God,
And now made willing to return,
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,
My fallen spirit to restore;
O! for thy truth and mercy's sake!
Forgive and bid me sin no more:
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 once more remove!
Sprinkle thy blood upon my heart,
And melt it by thy dying love!
This rebel heart by love subdue,
And make it soft and make it new.
5 Give to mine eyes refreshing tears,
And kindle my relentings now;
Fill all my soul with filial fears:
To thy sweet yoke my spirit bow:
Bend by the grace, O bend or break
The iron sinews in my neck! Scripture: Hosea 14:1
Weary of wandering from my God
Ah, where am I now!
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CCVII (1791) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now!
When was it, or how
That I fell from my heaven of grace?
I am brought into thrall,
I am stript of my All,
I am banish'd from Jesus's face.
2 Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside:
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.
3 But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.
4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.
5 Ah! wretch that I am!
I can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within:
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.
6 Nothing now can relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my pow'r;
No access do I find
To the friend of mankind;
I can ask for his mercy no more.
7 Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear,
(While no end of my troubles I see)
Only Adam could tell
On the day that he fell,
And was turn'd out of Eden, like me.
8 Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove;
And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus' love!
9 I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English
Ah, where am I now!
How happy are they
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CCVI (1791) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First.
1 How happy are they,
Who the Saviuor obey,
And have laid up their treasure above
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2 That comfort was mine,
When the favour divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,
O what joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
3 'Twas a heaven below
The Saviour to know;
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carry'd above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I rode on the sky,
Freely justify'd I!
Nor envy'd Elijah his seat:
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 Oh! the rapturous height
Of that holy delight,
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Languages: English
How happy are they
How shall a lost sinner in pain
Hymnal: A Pocket Hymn Book #CCVIII (1791) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release?
Will mercy itself be so kind
To spare such a rebel as me?
And O! can I possibly find
Such plenteous redemption in thee!
2 O Jesus, of thee I require,
If still thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave!
The help of thy Spirit restore,
And shew me the life-giving blood,
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.
3 O Jesus in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole:
The balm of thy mercy apply,
(Thou seest the sore anguish I feel)
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!
4 I sink, if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to shew,
Come quickly, and kindly display
The pow'r of thy passion below.
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore:
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner a sinner no more. Languages: English
How shall a lost sinner in pain
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LI.III (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The Backslider Restored Lyrics: 14 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Tho' all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
15 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good spirit ne'er depart
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
16 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God restore
And guard me that I fall no more.
17 Though I have griev'd thy spirit Lord,
Thy help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne
To plead the merits of thy Son.
18 A broken heart my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
19 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just,
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
20 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
21 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my pow'rs shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51:14-19 Languages: English
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry
O what a cruel wretch am I
Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Original and Selected, for the Use of Christians. (5th ed.) #B102 (1838) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: The backslider returning Languages: English
O what a cruel wretch am I
How happy are they
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First.
1 How happy are they,
Who the Saviuor obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love.
2 That comfort was mine,
When the favour divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,
O what joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
3 'Twas a heaven below
The Saviour to know;
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carry'd above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I rode on the sky,
Freely justify'd I!
Nor envy'd Elijah his seat:
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 Oh! the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God.
Languages: English
How happy are they
Ah, where am I now!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now!
When was it, or how
That I fell from my heaven of grace?
I am brought into thrall,
I am stript of my All,
I am banish'd from Jesus's face.
2 Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside:
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.
3 But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.
4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.
5 Ah! wretch that I am!
I can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within:
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.
6 Nothing can now relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my pow'r;
No access do I find
To the friend of mankind;
I can ask for his mercy no more.
7 Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear,
(While no end of my troubles I see)
Only Adam could tell
On the day that he fell,
And was turn'd out of Eden, like me.
8 Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove;
And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus' love!
9 I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English
Ah, where am I now!
How shall a lost sinner in pain
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVIII (1788) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release?
Will mercy itself be so kind
To spare such a rebel as me?
And O! can I possibly find
Such plenteous redemption in thee!
2 O Jesus, of thee I require,
If still thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave?
The help of thy spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood,
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.
3 O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole:
The balm of thy mercy apply,
(Thou seest the sore anguish I feel)
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!
4 I sink, if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to shew,
Come quickly, and kindly display
The pow'r of thy passion below.
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore:
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner a sinner no more.
Languages: English
How shall a lost sinner in pain
Where is my God, my joy, my hope
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCIX (1788) Topics: Backslider For the Morning Lyrics: 1 Where is my God, my joy, my hope
The dear desire of nations where?
Jesus, to thee my soul looks up,
To thee directs her morning prayer;
And spreads her arms of faith abroad,
To embrace my hope, my joy, my God!
2 Mine eyes prevent the morning ray,
Looking, and longing for thy word:
Come, O my Jesus, come away,
And let my heart receive its Lord;
Which pants and struggles to be free,
And breaks to be detain'd from thee.
3 Appear in me bright Morning-Star,
And scatter all the shades of night!
I saw thee once, and came from far,
But quickly lost thy transient light;
And now again in darkness pine,
Till thou throughout my nature shine.
4 In patient hope I now take heed
To the sure word of promis'd grace,
Whose rays a feeble lustre shed,
Faint, glimmering through the darksome place;
Till thou thy glorious light impart,
And rise, the Day-Star in my heart.
5 Come, Lord, be manifested here,
And all the devil's works destroy;
Now without sin in me appear,
And fill with everlasting joy:
Thy beatific face display,
Thy presence is the perfect day.
Languages: English
Where is my God, my joy, my hope
How happy are they
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVI (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: Part the First.
1 How happy are they,
Who the Saviuor obey,
And have laid up their treasure above!
Tongue cannot express
The sweet comfort and peace
Of a soul in its earliest love!
2 That comfort was mine,
When the favour divine
I first found in the blood of the Lamb;
When my heart it believ'd,
O what joy I receiv'd,
What a heaven in Jesus's name!
3 'Twas a heaven below
The Saviour to know;
And the angels could do nothing more
Than to fall at his feet,
And the story repeat,
And the Lover of sinners adore.
4 Jesus all the day long
Was my joy and my song;
O that all his salvation might see!
He hath loved me, I cried,
He hath suffer'd, and died,
To redeem such a rebel as me.
5 On the wings of his love
I was carry'd above
All sin, and temptation, and pain;
I could not believe
That I ever should grieve,
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I rode on the sky,
Freely justify'd I!
Nor envy'd Elijah his seat:
My soul mounted higher
In a chariot of fire,
And the moon it was under my feet.
7 Oh! the rapturous height
Of that holy delight
Which I felt in the life-giving blood!
Of my Saviour possest,
I was perfectly blest,
As if fill'd with the fulness of God. Languages: English
How happy are they
Ah, where am I now!
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVII (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 Ah, where am I now!
When was it, or how
That I fell from my heaven of grace?
I am brought into thrall,
I am stript of my All,
I am banish'd from Jesus's face.
2 Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside:
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.
3 But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.
4 Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart;
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.
5 Ah! wretch that I am!
I can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within:
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.
6 Nothing can no relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my pow'r;
No access do I find
To the friend of mankind;
I can ask for his mercy no more.
7 Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear,
(While no end of my troubles I see)
Only Adam could tell
On the day that he fell,
And was turn'd out of Eden, like me.
8 Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Thro' a desert of sorrows I rove;
And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus' love!
9 I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope
That at last he will stoop,
And his pity shall bring him to me. Languages: English
Ah, where am I now!
How shall a lost sinner in pain
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCVIII (1790) Topics: Backslider Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release?
Will mercy itself be so kind
To spare such a rebel as me?
And O! can I possibly find
Such plenteous redemption in thee!
2 O Jesus, of thee I require,
If still thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave?
The help of thy Spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood,
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.
3 O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole:
The balm of thy mercy apply,
(Thou seest the sore anguish I feel)
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!
4 I sink, if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to shew;
Come quickly, and kindly display
The pow'r of thy passion below.
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore;
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner a sinner no more. Languages: English
How shall a lost sinner in pain
For the Morning
Hymnal: A Pocket hymn-book, designed as a constant companion for the pious #CCIX (1790) Topics: Backslider First Line: Where is my God, my joy, my hope Lyrics: 1 Where is my God, my joy, my hope,
The dear desire of nations, where?
Jesus to thee my soul looks up,
To thee directs her morning-prayer;
And spreads her arms of faith abroad,
T' embrace my hope, my joy, my God!
2 Mine eyes prevent the morning-ray,
Looking, and longing for thy word;
Com, O my Jesus, come away,
And let my heart receive its Lord;
Which pants and struggles to be free,
And breaks to be detain'd from thee.
3 Appear in me bright Morning-Star,
And scatter all the shades of night!
I saw thee once, and came from far,
But quickly lost thy transient light;
And now again in darkness pine,
Till thou throughout my nature shine.
4 In patient hope I now take heed
To the sure word of promis'd grace,
Whose rays a feeble lustre shed,
Faint, glimmering thro' the darksome place;
Till thou thy glorious light impart,
And rise, the Day-Star in my heart.
5 Come, Lord, be manifested here,
And all the devil's works destroy;
Now without sin in me appear,
And fill with everlasting joy:
Thy beatific face display,
Thy presence is the perfect day.
Languages: English
For the Morning
The Sovereignty of God
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #55 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: Thy way, O God! is in the sea Languages: English
The Sovereignty of God
Christ, our Support in Death
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #97 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: Jesus, the vision of thy face Languages: English
Christ, our Support in Death
Christ, our Wisdom and our Righteousness
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #98 (1845) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backslider First Line: Buried in shadows of the night Languages: English
Christ, our Wisdom and our Righteousness
All Things in Christ
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #99 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: Thou very present Aid Languages: English
All Things in Christ
I left the God of truth and light
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #171 (1854) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Backslider returning to God Lyrics:
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.
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.
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I danced in folly's giddy maze,
And drank the sea, and chased the wind;
But falsehood lurk'd in all her ways,
Her laughter left remorse behind.
I dream'd of bliss in pleasure's bowers,
While pillowing roses stayed my head;
But serpents hiss'd among the flowers;
I woke, and thorns were all my bed.
In riches, when I sought for joy,
And placed in sordid gain my trust,
I found that gold was all alloy,
And worldly treasure--fleeting dust.
I woo'd ambition, climb'd the pole,
And shone among the stars,--but fell,
Headlong in all my pride of soul,
Like Lucifer, from heaven to hell.
Heart-broken, friendless, poor, cast down,
Where shall the chief of sinners fly,
Almighty Vengeance! from thy frown--
Eternal Justice! from thine eye?
Lo, through the gloom of guilty fears,
My faith discerns a dawn of grace;
The Sun of Righteousness appears
In Jesus' reconciling face.
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.
Prostrate before the mercy seat,
I dare not, if I would, despair;
None ever perish'd at Thy feet,
And I will lie for ever there.
Scripture: 2 Samuel 12:13 Languages: English
I left the God of truth and light
Our compassionate High-Priest
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #188 (1845) Topics: Backslider First Line: When gathering clouds around I view Languages: English
Our compassionate High-Priest
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #228 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: The returning Backslider Lyrics: 1 Stay, 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 steel'd my stubborn heart,
And oft shook off my guilty fears;
And vex'd and urg'd thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years;
3 Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all who e'er thy grace receiv'd;
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd;
4 Yet O! the chief of sinners spare,
In honour of my great High-Priest:
Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
T'exclude me from thy people's rest.
5 This only wo I deprecate,
This only plague I pray remove,
Nor leave me in my lost estate,
Nor curse me with this want of love.
6 E'en now my weary soul release,
Upraise me by thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promis'd land.
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay
The vigilant Servant
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #406 (1845) Meter: 6.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: Ye servants of the Lord Languages: English
The vigilant Servant
How shall a lost sinner in pain
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #412 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 How shall a lost sinner in pain,
Recover his forfeited peace?
When brought into bondage again,
What hope of a second release?
Will mercy itself be so kind
To spare such a rebel as me?
And O, can I possibly find
Such plenteous redemption in thee?
2 O Jesus, of thee I require,
If still thou art able to save,
The brand to pluck out of the fire,
And ransom my soul from the grave;
The help of thy spirit restore,
And show me the life-giving blood;
And pardon a sinner once more,
And bring me again unto God.
3 O Jesus, in pity draw near,
Come quickly to help a lost soul,
To comfort a mourner appear,
And make a poor Lazarus whole;
The balm of thy mercy apply,
Thou seest the sore anguish I fell,
Save, Lord, or I perish, I die,
O save, or I sink into hell!
4 I sink if thou longer delay
Thy pardoning mercy to show:
Come quickly, and kindly display
The power of thy passion below:
By all thou hast done for my sake,
One drop of thy blood I implore:
Now, now let it touch me, and make
The sinner a sinner no more.
How shall a lost sinner in pain
The Mind that was in Christ
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #412 (1845) Topics: Backslider First Line: Father of eternal grace! Languages: English
The Mind that was in Christ
Depth of mercy! can there be
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #413 (1828) Meter: Irregular Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserv'd for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace:
Long provok'd him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Griev'd him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled His relentings are,
Me he now delights to spare,
Cries, "How shall I give thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands:
God is love! I know, I feel!
Jesus weeps, but loves me still!
5 Jesus answer from above:
Is not all thy nature love?
Wilt thou not the wrong forget?
Suffer me to kiss thy feet?
6 Now incline me to repent!
Let me now my fall lament!
Now my foul revolt deplore!
Weep, believe, and sin no more. Scripture: Psalm 77:8
Depth of mercy! can there be
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #414 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wander'd from the Lord!
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of his word!
2 Yet sov'reign mercy calls, "Return:"
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
Oh, take the wand'rer home.
3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardon'd rebel live
To speak thy wondrous love?
4 Almighty grace, thy healing power
How glorious, how divine!
That can to life and bliss restore
So vile a heart as mine.
5 Thy pard'ning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
Oh, keep me at thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more. Scripture: Hosea 14:4
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Oh! for a closer walk with God
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #416 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 Oh! for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus, and his word?
3 What peaceful hour I once enjoy'd!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void,
The world can never fill.
4 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn
And drove thee from my breast:
5 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
6 So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb. Scripture: Genesis 5:24
Oh! for a closer walk with God
Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #417 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to my vows, like Peter, I
Would fain, like Peter, weep.
2 Now let me be by grace restor'd,
To me thy mercy shown;
Oh turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 Almighty Prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Grant, thro' the greatness of thy love,
The humble, contrite heart.
4 Give, what I should have long implor'd,
A taste of love unknown;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
5 Behold me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
For life, and happiness, and love
Smile in thy gracious eye.
6 Speak but the reconciling word;
Let mercy melt me down;
Oh, turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Dear Jesus, let thy pitying eye
O that I were as heretofore!
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #418 (1828) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 O that I were as heretofore!
When warm in my first love;
I only live my God t'adore,
And seek the things above!
2 Upon my head his candle shone,
And lavish of his grace,
With cords of love he drew me on,
And half unveil'd his face.
3 Far, far above all earthly things
Triumphantly I rode;
I soar'd to heaven on eagles' wings,
And found and talk'd with God.
4 Where am I now, from what a height
Of happiness cast down!
The glory swallow'd up in night,
And faded is the crown.
5 O God, thou art my home, my rest,
For which I sigh in pain!
How shall I 'scape into thy breast,
My Eden how regain?
O that I were as heretofore!
Jesus, my Saviour and my God
Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #419 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Christian experience Backslider returning Lyrics: 1 Jesus, my Saviour and my God,
Thou hast redeem'd me with thy blood;
By ties, both natural and divine,
I am, and ever will be thine.
2 But ah! should my inconstant heart,
Ere I'm aware, from thee depart,
What dire reproach would fall on me
For such ingratitude to thee!
3 The thought I dread, the crime I hate;
The guilt, the shame, I deprecate:
And yet so mighty are my foes,
I dare not trust my warmest vows.
4 Pity my frailty, dearest Lord!
Grace in the needful hour afford:
O steel this tim'rous heart of mine
With fortitude and love divine.
5 So shall I triumph o'er my fears,
And gather joys from all my tears;
So shall I to the world proclaim
The honours of the Christian name.
Jesus, my Saviour and my God
Prayer for a Revival
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #445 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: O Lord, thy work revive Languages: English
Prayer for a Revival
Future Peace and Glory of Zion
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #452 (1845) Topics: Backslider First Line: Hear what God the Lord hath spoken Languages: English
Future Peace and Glory of Zion
Christ receiving Children
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #455 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand Languages: English
Christ receiving Children
The Condescension of Christ
Hymnal: Church Psalmist #465 (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backslider First Line: Behold what condescending love Languages: English
The Condescension of Christ
Backsliding and returning; or, the backslider's Prayer
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXIII (1792) Topics: Backslidings and Returns; Christian Backsliding and returning First Line: Jesus let thy pitying eye Lyrics: 1 Jesus let thy pitying eye
Call back a wand'ring sheep;
False to my vows, like Peter, I
Would fain like Peter weep.
Let me be by grace restor'd,
On me be all its freeness shewn;
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
2 Savior, prince, enthron'd above,
Repentance to impart,
Give me, thro' thy dying love,
The humble, contrite heart;
Give, what I have long implor'd,
A portion of thy grief unknown;
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
3 See me, Savior, from above,
Nor suffer me to die;
Life and happiness, and love,
Smile in thy gracious eye;
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down;
Turn and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
4 Look, as when thy pitying eye
Was clos'd that we might live;
"Father (at the point to die,
My Savior gasp'd) forgive!"
Surely with thy dying word,
He turns, and looks, and cries, "'Tis done!"
O! my loving, bleeding Lord,
This breaks my heart of stone.
Languages: English
Backsliding and returning; or, the backslider's Prayer
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #139 (1786) Topics: Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding; Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding First Line: Great God, how oft did Israel prove Lyrics: 1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove
By turns thine anger, and thy love?
There is a glass our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.
2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought?
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.
3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain;
A tedious march through unknown ways
Wore out their strength, and spent their days.
4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.
5 Their prayers and vows before him rise
As flattering words or solemn lies,
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his covenant and his love.
6 Yet could his sovereign grace forgive
The men who not deserv'd to live;
His anger oft away he turn'd,
Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.
7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,
He saw temptations still prevail;
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #139 (1790) Topics: Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding; Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding First Line: Great God, how oft did Israel prove Lyrics: 1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove
By turns thine anger, and thy love;
There is a glass our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.
2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought!
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.
3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain;
A tedious march through unknown ways
Wore out their strength, and spent their days.
4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.
5 Their prayers and vows before him rise
As flattering words or solemn lies,
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his covenant and his love.
6 Yet could his sovereign grace forgive
The men who not deserv'd to live;
His anger oft away he turn'd,
Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.
7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,
He saw temptations still prevail;
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #148 (1786) Topics: Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding; Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding First Line: Great God, how oft did Israel prove Lyrics: 1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove
By turns thine anger, and thy love?
There is a glass our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.
2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought?
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.
3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain;
A tedious march through unknown ways
Wore out their strength, and spent their days.
4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.
5 Their prayers and vows before him rise
As flattering words or solemn lies,
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his covenant and his love.
6 Yet could his sovereign grace forgive
The men who not deserv'd to live;
His anger oft away he turn'd,
Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.
7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,
He saw temptations still prevail;
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #148 (1787) Topics: Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding; Backsliding pardoned; Pardon of backsliding First Line: Great God, how oft did Israel prove Lyrics: 1 Great God, how oft did Israel prove
By turns thine anger, and thy love?
There is a glass our hearts may see
How fickle and how false they be.
2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot
The dreadful wonders God had wrought?
Then they provoke him to his face,
Nor fear his power, nor trust his grace.
3 The Lord consum'd their years in pain,
And made their travels long and vain;
A tedious march through unknown ways
Wore out their strength, and spent their days.
4 Oft when they saw their brethren slain,
They mourn'd, and sought the Lord again;
Call'd him the rock of their abode,
Their high Redeemer, and their God.
5 Their prayers and vows before him rise
As flattering words or solemn lies,
While their rebellious tempers prove
False to his covenant and his love.
6 Yet could his sovereign grace forgive
The men who not deserv'd to live;
His anger oft away he turn'd,
Or else with gentle flame it burn'd.
7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail,
He saw temptations still prevail;
The God of Abraham lov'd them still,
And led them to his holy hill. Scripture: Psalm 78 Languages: English
Backsliding and Forgiveness; or, Sin punished and Saints saved
Crown Him
Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CLXXVI (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Backsliders invited to return First Line: Backsliders, who your misery feel Lyrics: 1 Backsliders, who your misery feel,
Attend your savior's call;
Return, he'll your backslidings heal;
O crown him Lord of all
2 Though crimson sin increase your guilt,
And painful is your thrall;
For broken hearts his blood was spilt;
O crown him Lord of all.
3 Take with you words, approach his throne,
And low before him fall;
He understands the spirit's groan;
O crown him Lord of all.
4 Whoever comes he'll not cast out,
Altho' your faith be small;
His faithfulness you cannot doubt;
O crown him Lord of all. Languages: English
Crown Him
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #48b (1786) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #48b (1790) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #53b (1786) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #53b (1787) Topics: Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion; Backsliding Soul in Distress and Desertion First Line: Mine eyes and my deisre Lyrics: 1 Mine eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.
5 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
Pause.
6 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.
7 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
8 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain Scripture: Psalm 25:15-22 Languages: English
Distress of Soul; or, Backsliding and Desertion
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #94b (1786) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored First Line: O thou that hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics: 1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #94b (1790) Topics: Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored; Backsliding Sol in Distress and Desertion restored First Line: O thou that hear'st when sinners cry Lyrics: 1 O thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from thy book.
2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let thy good spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
3 I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
4 Though I have griev'd thy spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford,
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
5 A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
8 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord my strength and righteousness. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English
The Backslider restored; or, Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Christ
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