One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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[Thou hast found me and I faint, I cannot bear Thy light] |
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[Thou hast found me and I faint, I cannot bear Thy light]
“Behold the man.”
Thou hast found me and I faint, I cannot bear Thy light;
I have eaten of the bitter bread of sin;
I have said, “There is no hope,” I am vile in God's sight;
I would cleanse me, but O how shall I begin?
I have eaten of the bitter bread of sin;
I have said, “There is no hope,” I am vile in God's sight;
I would cleanse me, but O how shall I begin?
My eternal Father, Thy great gift I despised;
Of a broken heart He is dying, His head droops low;—
O, one more day of grace, thou Saviour sacrificed;
O, one more call, I—whither shall I go?
Of a broken heart He is dying, His head droops low;—
O, one more day of grace, thou Saviour sacrificed;
O, one more call, I—whither shall I go?
My crime to me comes home—the Judge is at the door—
The voice of my Brother's blood doth on me call;
I cannot wash me clean with tears for evermore,
Yet my stains are in His sight who seeth all.
The voice of my Brother's blood doth on me call;
I cannot wash me clean with tears for evermore,
Yet my stains are in His sight who seeth all.
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Now he is made my slayer, this my Saviour slain—
Slain from the world's foundation He me accuseth;—
Lord Christ, upon the cross how long wilt Thou remain,
Pierced for the doomèd world that Thee refuseth?
Slain from the world's foundation He me accuseth;—
Lord Christ, upon the cross how long wilt Thou remain,
Pierced for the doomèd world that Thee refuseth?
Better, better for me, than such a day should be,
Falling rocks and mountains should a grave afford;
Where shall I safety find? whither shall I flee?
Where hide my guilty head from the suffering Lord?
Falling rocks and mountains should a grave afford;
Where shall I safety find? whither shall I flee?
Where hide my guilty head from the suffering Lord?
Words from a dying mouth, love's strange admonishment
“Go not—nay, come, take hold on the deadly tree,
Here seek where thou art sought—to thy peace consent,
Thou canst not covert find—thou art found of Me.
“Go not—nay, come, take hold on the deadly tree,
Here seek where thou art sought—to thy peace consent,
Thou canst not covert find—thou art found of Me.
“Slain, and of thee; thy life stands in My death reveal'd.
Look unto Me, lost soul, look! thou shalt not die;
Thy sins have nail'd Me here—here is thy pardon seal'd:
None other can forgive, lo, I forgive, even I.”
Look unto Me, lost soul, look! thou shalt not die;
Thy sins have nail'd Me here—here is thy pardon seal'd:
None other can forgive, lo, I forgive, even I.”
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