265 (SEYMOUR) 7.7.7.7
I Depth of mercy!-can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood his grace;
Long provoked him to his face:
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
4 See me, Saviour, from above,
Nor suffer me to die!
Life, and happiness, and love,
Drop from thy gracious eye:
Speak the reconciling word,
And let thy mercy melt me down ;
Turn, and look upon me, Lord,
And break my heart of stone.
Charles Wesley
3 Kindled his relentings are;
Me he now delights to spare;
Cries, How shall I give thee up? —
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his
God is love! I know, I feel: [hands!
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
Arr. from Friedrich F. Flemming
I. O thou,the contrite sin ners' friend, Who,loving, lov'st them to the end,
Can my God his wrath for bear? Me, the chief of
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 the insulting tempter's power;
Turn, Ó turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany !
3 By the sacred griefs that wept
O'er the grave where Lazarus slept;
By the boding tears that flowed
Over Salem's loved abode;
By the anguished sigh that told
Treachery lurked within thy fold;
From thy seat above the sky,
Hear our solemn litany!
269 (OLMUTZ) S. M.
I Ah! whither should I go,
Burdened, and sick, and faint? To whom should I my trouble show,
And pour out my complaint?
2 My Saviour bids me come;
Ah! why do I delay?
He calls the weary sinner home,
And yet from him I stay.
Thy trying power display; Into its darkest corners shine, And take the veil away.
270 MERIBAH 8. 8. 6. 8. 8. 6
1. O Lamb of God, for sin-ners slain, I plead with thee, my suit to gain,
plead what thou hast done: Didst thou not die the death for me?
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