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With broken heart and contrite sigh
Author: Cornelius Elven Hymnal: The Hymnal #133 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry:
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.
I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed;
Christ and his cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.
Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.
Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.
And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
God has been merciful to me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: EISENACH
With broken heart and contrite sigh
Jesus, and shall it ever be
Author: Joseph Grigg Hymnal: The Hymnal #135 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Jesus, and shall it ever be,
A mortal man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days?
Ashamed of Jesus! sooner far
Let night disown each radiant star;
Tis midnight with my soul, till he,
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee.
Ashamed of Jesus! O as soon
Let morning blush to own the sun!
He sheds the beams of light divine
O'er this benighted soul of mine.
Ashamed of Jesus! that dear Friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No, when I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his Name.
Ashamed of Jesus! empty pride!
I'll boast a Savior crucified;
And O may this my portion be,
My Savior not ashamed of me.
Languages: English Tune Title: FEDERAL STREET
Jesus, and shall it ever be
Weary of wandering from my God
Author: Charles Wesley Hymnal: The Hymnal #136 (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
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.
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.
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.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. FINBAR
Weary of wandering from my God
Heal me, O my Saviour, heal
Author: Godfrey Thring Hymnal: The Hymnal #137 (1916) Meter: 7.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Heal me, O my Savior, heal;
Heal me as I suppliant kneel;
Heal me, and my pardon seal.
Fresh the wounds that sin hath made;
Hear the prayers I oft have prayed,
And in mercy send me aid.
Helpless, none can help me now;
Cheerless, none can cheer but thou;
Suppliant, Lord, to thee I bow.
Thou the true Physician art;
Thou, O Christ, canst health impart,
Binding up the bleeding heart.
Other comforters are gone;
Thou canst heal, and thou alone,
Thou for all my sin atone.
Heal me, then, my Savior, heal;
Heal me, as I suppliant kneel;
To thy mercy I appeal.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: LACRYMAE
Heal me, O my Saviour, heal
When wounded sore the stricken soul
Author: Cecil Frances Alexander Hymnal: The Hymnal #138 (1916) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
When wounded sore the stricken soul
Lies bleeding and unbound,
One only hand, a piercèd hand,
Can heal the sinner's wound.
When sorrow swells the laden breast,
And tears of anguish flow,
One only heart, a broken heart,
Can feel the sinner's woe.
When penitence has wept in vain,
Over some foul dark spot,
One only stream, a stream of blood,
Can wash away the blot.
'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,
His hand that brings relief,
His heart that's touched with all our joys,
And feeleth for our grief.
Lift up thy bleeding hand, O Lord;
Unseal that cleansing tide;
We have no shelter from our sin,
But in thy wounded side.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. BERNARD
When wounded sore the stricken soul
Just as I am, without one plea
Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: The Hymnal #139a (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
Just as I am: thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,
Just as I am, thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: ST. CRISPIN
Just as I am, without one plea
Just as I am, without one plea
Author: Charlotte Elliott Hymnal: The Hymnal #139b (1916) Meter: 8.8.8.6 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd'st me come to thee,
Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot,
Just as I am, though tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and fears within, without,
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
Just as I am: thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because thy promise I believe,
Just as I am, thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Amen.
Tune Title: WOODWORTH
Just as I am, without one plea
Sinful, sighing to be blest
Author: John S. B. Monsell Hymnal: The Hymnal #140 (1916) Meter: 7.7.7.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
Sinful, sighing to be blest;
Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest:
God be merciful to me.
Goodness I have none to plead,
Sinfulness in all I see,
I can only bring my need:
God be merciful to me.
Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to thee;
Yet thou canst interpret sighs:
God be merciful to me.
From this sinful heart of mine
To thy bosom I would flee:
I am not my own but thine:
God be merciful to me.
There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in him, and him alone:
God be merciful to me.
He my cause will undertake,
My interpreter will be;
He's my all; and for his sake
God be merciful to me.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: CLARENCE
Sinful, sighing to be blest
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
Author: C. F. Alexander Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #143 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7 Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics: 1 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
Of our life's wild, restless sea,
Day by day His sweet voice soundeth,
Saying, "Christian, follow Me;"
2 As of old, Saint Andrew heard it
By the Galilean lake,
Turned from home, and toil, and kindred,
Leaving all for His dear sake.
3 Jesus calls us from the worship
Of the vain world's golden store;
From each idol that would keep us,
Saying, "Christian, love Me more."
4 In our joys and in our sorrows,
Days of toil and hours of ease,
Still He calls, in cares and pleasures,
"That we love Him more than these."
5 Jesus calls us: by Thy mercies,
Saviour, may we hear Thy call,
Give our hearts to Thine obedience,
Serve and love Thee best of all.
Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: GALILEE
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
In the hour of trial
Author: James Montgomery; Frances A. Hutton; Godfrey Thring Hymnal: The Hymnal #147 (1916) Meter: 6.5.6.5 D Topics: Parochial Missions Lyrics:
In the hour of trial,
Jesus, plead for me;
Lest by base denial
I depart from thee.
When thou seest me waver,
With a look recall,
Nor for fear or favour
Suffer me to fall.
With forbidden pleasures
Would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures
Spread to work me harm,
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.
Should thy mercy send me
Sorrow, toil, and woe,
Or should pain attend me
On my path below,
Grant that I may never
Fail thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever
Cast my care on thee.
When my last hour cometh,
Fraught with strife and pain,
When my dust returneth
To the dust again,
On thy truth relying,
Through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying,
To eternal life.
Amen.
Languages: English Tune Title: PENITANCE
In the hour of trial
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