But there no e- vil thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come."
Jesus, Lord of life and glory! Bend from heav'n Thy gracious ear; While our waiting souls adore Thee,
Friend of help less sinners,hear! By Thy mercy, By Thy mercy, O de - liv- er us, good Lord!
O THOU, whose tender mercy hears
Contrition's humble sigh,
Whose hand, indulgent, wipes the tears
From sorrow's weeping eye;
2 See, low before Thy throne of grace, A wretched wanderer mourn; Hast Thou not bid me seek Thy face?
Hast Thou not said, "Return?"
3 And shall my guilty fears prevail,
To drive me from Thy feet?
O let not this dear refuge fail,
This only safe retreat.
4 O shine on this benighted heart,
With beams of mercy shine;
And let Thy healing voice impart
A taste of joys divine.
O THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to Thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me.
2 When,groaning, on my burdened heart My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me.
3 If, on my face, for Thy dear name, Shame and reproaches be,
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If Thou remember me.
4 The hour is near; consigned to death,
I own the just decree:
Saviour, with my last parting breath,
I'll cry, Remember me.
O Lord, turn not Thy face away From them that lowly lie, Lamenting sore their sinful life, With tears and bitter cry.
Thy mercy-gates are open wide To them that mourn their sin; shut them not against us, Lord,But let us enter in.
2 By Thy helpless infant years;
By Thy life of want and tears;
By Thy days of sore distress.
In the savage wilderness;
By the dread mysterious hour
Of th' insulting tempter's power;
Turn, O turn a favoring eye;
Hear our solemn litany!
3 By Thine hour of dire despair;
By Thine agony of prayer;
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn;
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O'er the dreadful sacrifice;
Listen to our humble cry;
Hear our solemn litany!
4 By Thy deep expiring groan;
By the sad sepulchral stone;
By the vault, whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God;
O, from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, reascended Lord,
Listen, listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany.
VIEW me, Lord, a work of Thine!
Shall I then lie drowned in night?
Might Thy grace in me but shine,
I should seem made all of light.
Cleanse me, Lord, that I may kneel
At Thine altar, pure and white:
They that once Thy mercies feel,
Gaze no more on earth's delight.
2 Worldly joys, like shadows, fade
When the heavenly light appears;
But the covenants Thou hast made.
Endless, know nor days nor years.
In Thy word, Lord, is my trust,
To Thy mercies fast I fly;
Though I am but clay and dust,
Yet Thy grace can lift me high.
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