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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