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A sinner lamenting the delay of divine grace

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CLXIX (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sinner Lamenting delay of grace; Sinner Lamenting delay of grace First Line: Long have I walk'd this dreary road Lyrics: 1 Long have I walk'd this dreary road, Beset with darkness round; Nor seen nor heard a smiling God, Nor one bright moment found. 2 Others, who once did join my speech, And mourn'd in painful lay, Now mounting up with rapture, stretch To seize the heav'nly day. 3 Far left behind to feel my woe, With harden'd heart to groan, Each pray'r, each struggle sinks me low, Each breath repeats my moan. 4 The lengthen'd day, the gloomy night, Draw fast the bands of grief; Sometimes despair o'erclouds my sight, And says, there's no relief. 5 Then conscience thunders, Sinai flames, I try again to rise; The trial fails, and conscience blames My pray'rs, my tears, my cries. 6 If hope perchance a moment gleams, And says, Christ's blood was split; My heart of sin beclouds the beams, And seals my death and guilt. 7 'Tis thus perplex'd, forlorn and lost, I spend my weary days; No Jesus comes my hopes are crost, While others sing and praise. Languages: English

The Prodigal Son

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CCXLVII (1799) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sinner Departing from God; Sinner Under conviction First Line: See the rash youth, defil'd with sin Lyrics: Part I The sinner departing from God: 1 See the rash youth, defil'd with sin, Hear how he claims with haughty voice, To have his portion, and begin In vice and madness to rejoice. 2 His father gave with bounteous hands, Richly were all his wants supply'd; Thankless he took; in foreign lands Wasted in pleasure, pomp and pride. 3 In lust and wine he spent the whole, Forgot his Father and his home; Nor thought nor felt he had a soul Expos'd to meet the wrath to come. 4 The giddy crowd that round him throng, In every sinful folly join; Approve the mirth and chant the song That casts contempt on things divine. 5 Thus lur'd by charms of flattering vice, The rebel sees his substance fled; His friends forsake, his wants arise, For sin has struck his comforts dead. Part II The sinner under conviction: 6 With dying want the sinner cries, Nor thinks rebellion makes his pain; To strangers, far from home, applies, Nor seeks his Father's grace to gain. 7 See the poor wretch with hunger prest, Sunk low with swine to have a share; Alas! how far from peaceful rest, Tortur'd by conscience, guilt and fear. 8 'Tis thus the God of sov'reign grace Begins to bring a rebel home; The spirit shews his wretched case, And points a judgment still to come. 9 Now self-condemn'd to works he flies And thinks to cleanse a guilty mind, Still far from penitence, which cries To God for help, and feels resign'd. 10 Blinded by sin, to duty lost, He grasps the husks and hates the bread; Hill all his expectations crost, His hopes from self and means are fled. Part III The Sinner brought to true repentance: 11 Now see the Rebel raise his eyes, From dreaming folly just awake; His soul relents with strange surprise, And all his heart begins to break. 12 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear This death I feel in sinful lands, While servants of my Father share The liberal bounty of his hands. 13 With deep repentance on my tongue, I'll go and seek my Father's face, Unworthy to be call'd a son, I'll only ask a servant's place. 14 I'll tell him how I've griev'd his love, And basely fled his holy sight, How I've provok'd all heav'n above, Nor thought or done a thing that's right. 15 Far off his Father saw him come, And o'er him all his bowels yearn'd; He rose to bless and greet his son, And crown with grace his safe return. 16 The Rebel's heart with sorrow fill'd, Bled for the crimes, which he had done: Through all the Courts the triumph smil'd, And sang the Father's grace alone. Languages: English

An awakened sinner lamenting his past security

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCIII (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sinner Awakened; Sinner Lamenting his security First Line: Alas, alas how blind I've been Lyrics: 1 Alas! alas how blind I've been, How little of myself I've seen! Sprotive I sail'd the sensual tide, Thoughtless of God whom I defy'd. 2 I heard of heav'n, I heard of hell, Where bliss and woe eternal dwell; But mock'd the threats of truth divine, And scorn'd the place where angels shine. 3 My angry heart refus'd the blood Of a descending, suffering God; And guilty passion boldly broke The holy law which heav'n had spoke. 4 Th' alluring world control'd my choice, When conscience spoke, I hush'd its voice, Securely laugh'd along the road, Which hapless millions first had trod. 5 Now the almighty God comes near, And makes me shake with awful fear; His terrors all my strength exhaust, My fear grows high, my peace is lost. 6 With keen remorse I feel my wound, And seem to hear the dreadful sound, "Depart from me, thou wretch undone, Go reap thy sin, and fell my frown." 7 Thus ends my mirthful thoughtless life, Fill'd up with folly, guilt and strife; Perhaps I sink to endless pain, Nor hear the voice of joy again. Languages: English

The Prodigal Son

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CCXLVII (1802) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Sinner Departing from God; Sinner Under conviction First Line: See the rash youth, defil'd with sin Lyrics: Part I The sinner departing from God: 1 See the rash youth, defil'd with sin, Hear how he claims with haughty voice, To have his portion, and begin In vice and madness to rejoice. 2 His father gave with bounteous hands, Richly were all his wants supply'd; Thankless he took; in foreign lands Wasted in pleasure, pomp and pride. 3 In lust and wine he spent the whole, Forgot his Father and his home; Nor thought nor felt he had a soul Expos'd to meet the wrath to come. 4 The giddy crowd that round him throng, In every sinful folly join; Approve the mirth and chant the song That casts contempt on things divine. 5 Thus lur'd by charms of flattering vice, The rebel sees his substance fled; His friends forsake, his wants arise, For sin has struck his comforts dead. Part II The sinner under conviction: 6 With dying want the sinner cries, Nor thinks rebellion makes his pain; To strangers, far from home, applies, Nor seeks his Father's grace to gain. 7 See the poor wretch with hunger prest, Sunk low with swine to have a share; Alas! how far from peaceful rest, Tortur'd by conscience, guilt and fear. 8 'Tis thus the God of sov'reign grace Begins to bring a rebel home; The spirit shews his wretched case, And points a judgment still to come. 9 Now self-condemn'd to works he flies And thinks to cleanse a guilty mind, Still far from penitence, which cries To God for help, and feels resign'd. 10 Blinded by sin, to duty lost, He grasps the husks and hates the bread; Hill all his expectations crost, His hopes from self and means are fled. Part III The Sinner brought to true repentance: 11 Now see the Rebel raise his eyes, From dreaming folly just awake; His soul relents with strange surprise, And all his heart begins to break. 12 I starve, he cries, nor can I bear This death I feel in sinful lands, While servants of my Father share The liberal bounty of his hands. 13 With deep repentance on my tongue, I'll go and seek my Father's face, Unworthy to be call'd a son, I'll only ask a servant's place. 14 I'll tell him how I've griev'd his love, And basely fled his holy sight, How I've provok'd all heav'n above, Nor thought or done a thing that's right. 15 Far off his Father saw him come, And o'er him all his bowels yearn'd; He rose to bless and greet his son, And crown with grace his safe return. 16 The Rebel's heart with sorrow fill'd, Bled for the crimes, which he had done: Through all the Courts the triumph smil'd, And sang the Father's grace alone. Languages: English

A sinner lamenting the delay of divine grace

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CLXIX (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Sinner Lamenting delay of grace; Sinner Lamenting delay of grace First Line: Long have I walk'd this dreary road Lyrics: 1 Long have I walk'd this dreary road, Beset with darkness round; Nor seen nor heard a smiling God, Nor one bright moment found. 2 Others, who once did join my speech, And mourn'd in painful lay, Now mounting up with rapture, stretch To seize the heav'nly day. 3 Far left behind to feel my woe, With harden'd heart to groan, Each pray'r, each struggle sinks me low, Each breath repeats my moan. 4 The lengthen'd day, the gloomy night, Draw fast the bands of grief; Sometimes despair o'erclouds my sight, And says, there's no relief. 5 Then conscience thunders, Sinai flames, I try again to rise; The trial fails, and conscience blames My pray'rs, my tears, my cries. 6 If hope perchance a moment gleams, And says, Christ's blood was split; My heart of sin beclouds the beams, And seals my death and guilt. 7 'Tis thus perplex'd, forlorn and lost, I spend my weary days; No Jesus comes my hopes are crost, While others sing and praise. Languages: English