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[WAITING FOR REDEMPTION.]
XLVII. WAITING FOR REDEMPTION.
Hymn 1.
Who is the trembling sinner, who
That owns eternal death his due,
Waiting his fearful doom to feel,
And hanging o'er the mouth of hell!
That owns eternal death his due,
Waiting his fearful doom to feel,
And hanging o'er the mouth of hell!
Peace, troubled soul, thou need'st not fear,
Thy Jesus cries, Be of good cheer,
Only on Jesu's blood rely,
He died, that thou mightst never die.
Thy Jesus cries, Be of good cheer,
Only on Jesu's blood rely,
He died, that thou mightst never die.
XLVIII. THE SAME.
Hymn 2.
[A guilty soul, by sin oppress'd]
A guilty soul, by sin oppress'd,
Weary of wandering after rest,
Wretched, and bare, and poor, and blind,
I now my want of all things find.
Weary of wandering after rest,
Wretched, and bare, and poor, and blind,
I now my want of all things find.
All things I want, but One is nigh,
My want of all things to supply:
Pardon, and peace, and liberty,
Jesus, I all things have in Thee.
My want of all things to supply:
Pardon, and peace, and liberty,
Jesus, I all things have in Thee.
XLIX. THE SAME.
Hymn 3.
[Jesu, Thy word for ever lives]
Jesu, Thy word for ever lives,
A new accomplishment receives
In sinners lost like me;
Thy word doth all my soul express,
In every picture of distress
I read my misery.
A new accomplishment receives
In sinners lost like me;
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In every picture of distress
I read my misery.
Written for me the gospel page,
The word of God from age to age
Steadfast remains, and sure:
Thou show'st my wants; but help them too,
Thy miracles of healing show,
And let me read my cure.
The word of God from age to age
Steadfast remains, and sure:
Thou show'st my wants; but help them too,
Thy miracles of healing show,
And let me read my cure.
Thy servant, Lord, in torment is,
The palsy, sin, is my disease,
My better half is dead:
O cause me Thy free grace to feel,
And by Thy love my numbness heal,
Thy quickening Spirit shed.
The palsy, sin, is my disease,
My better half is dead:
O cause me Thy free grace to feel,
And by Thy love my numbness heal,
Thy quickening Spirit shed.
I am not worthy, Lord, that Thou
To such an abject worm shouldst bow,
Or enter my poor soul:
But only speak the gracious word,
And I shall be at once restored,
And perfectly made whole.
To such an abject worm shouldst bow,
Or enter my poor soul:
But only speak the gracious word,
And I shall be at once restored,
And perfectly made whole.
A begging Bartimeus I,
Naked, and blind, for mercy cry,
If mercy is for me,
Jesu, Thou Son of David hear,
Stand still, and call, and draw me near,
And bid the sinner see.
Naked, and blind, for mercy cry,
If mercy is for me,
Jesu, Thou Son of David hear,
Stand still, and call, and draw me near,
And bid the sinner see.
A leper at Thy feet I fall;
And still for mercy, mercy call,
Till I am purged from sin;
With pity see my desperate case,
And O! put forth Thy hand of grace,
And touch my nature clean.
And still for mercy, mercy call,
Till I am purged from sin;
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And O! put forth Thy hand of grace,
And touch my nature clean.
Borne by the prayer of faith I lie,
And long to meet Thy pitying eye,
And feebly gasp to heaven;
O make in me Thy power appear,
And answer, “Son, be of good cheer,
Thy sins are all forgiven.”
And long to meet Thy pitying eye,
And feebly gasp to heaven;
O make in me Thy power appear,
And answer, “Son, be of good cheer,
Thy sins are all forgiven.”
O Son of Man, Thy power make known,
That all with me may gladly own
Thou canst on earth forgive,
Bid me take up my bed, and go,
Cause me to walk with Thee below,
And then to heaven receive.
That all with me may gladly own
Thou canst on earth forgive,
Bid me take up my bed, and go,
Cause me to walk with Thee below,
And then to heaven receive.
L. THE SAME.
Hymn 4.
[Jesus, Thou all-redeeming Lord]
Jesus, Thou all-redeeming Lord,
Who preachest still the gospel word
In these Thy Spirit's days,
My helpless soul with pity see,
And set me now at liberty
By justifying grace.
Who preachest still the gospel word
In these Thy Spirit's days,
My helpless soul with pity see,
And set me now at liberty
By justifying grace.
Where two or three Thy presence claim,
Assembled in Thy saving name,
Thy saving power is near:
Sure as Thou art in heaven above,
Thou in the Spirit of Thy love,
And God in Thee is here.
Assembled in Thy saving name,
Thy saving power is near:
Sure as Thou art in heaven above,
Thou in the Spirit of Thy love,
And God in Thee is here.
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See then, with eyes of mercy see
My desperate grief, and misery,
My sore distress, and pain,
In all the impotence of sin
My fallen soul for years hath been,
And bound with Satan's chain.
My desperate grief, and misery,
My sore distress, and pain,
In all the impotence of sin
My fallen soul for years hath been,
And bound with Satan's chain.
My strong propensity to ill
My carnal mind and crooked will
To only evil prone,
My downward appetite I find,
My spirit, soul, and flesh inclined
To earth, and earth alone.
My carnal mind and crooked will
To only evil prone,
My downward appetite I find,
My spirit, soul, and flesh inclined
To earth, and earth alone.
Myself alas! I cannot raise,
Or lift my heart in prayer, or praise,
Or rectify my will,
I own, cut off from human hope,
To lift a fallen spirit up
With man impossible.
Or lift my heart in prayer, or praise,
Or rectify my will,
I own, cut off from human hope,
To lift a fallen spirit up
With man impossible.
But O! Thou seest my desperate case:
Pronounce the word of pardoning grace:
And call me, Lord, to Thee,
Inspeak the power into my heart,
And say this moment, “Loosed thou art
From thine infirmity.”
Pronounce the word of pardoning grace:
And call me, Lord, to Thee,
Inspeak the power into my heart,
And say this moment, “Loosed thou art
From thine infirmity.”
Lay but Thine hand upon my soul,
And instantaneously made whole
My soul by faith shall rise,
Shall rise by faith and upright stand,
And answer all Thy just command
In all its faculties.
And instantaneously made whole
My soul by faith shall rise,
Shall rise by faith and upright stand,
And answer all Thy just command
In all its faculties.
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Straight as the rule, the written word,
My soul in righteousness restored
Thine image shall retrieve,
That ancient rectitude Divine,
And in a land of darkness shine,
And to Thy glory live.
My soul in righteousness restored
Thine image shall retrieve,
That ancient rectitude Divine,
And in a land of darkness shine,
And to Thy glory live.
A child of faithful Abraham I,
On Thy redeeming love rely
For life and liberty;
And ought I not the grace to' obtain,
Released from sin and Satan's chain,
Who trust on only Thee.
On Thy redeeming love rely
For life and liberty;
And ought I not the grace to' obtain,
Released from sin and Satan's chain,
Who trust on only Thee.
Thine, Jesus, Thine alone I am;
And ought I not my Lord to claim,
With all Thy righteousness?
I ought—I do Thy love receive,
And now Thou dost my sins forgive,
And bid my bondage cease.
And ought I not my Lord to claim,
With all Thy righteousness?
I ought—I do Thy love receive,
And now Thou dost my sins forgive,
And bid my bondage cease.
The Sabbath of my soul I see,
The day of gospel liberty,
No more enthrall'd, oppress'd;
And lo! in holiness I rise,
To claim the rest of paradise,
And heaven's eternal rest!
The day of gospel liberty,
No more enthrall'd, oppress'd;
And lo! in holiness I rise,
To claim the rest of paradise,
And heaven's eternal rest!
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