ESUS! Master! hear my cry;
Save me, heal me with a word;
Fainting at Thy feet I lie,
Thou my whisper'd plaint hast heard.
2 Jesus! Master! mercy show;
Thou art passing near my soul,
Thou my inward grief dost know,
Thou alone canst make me whole.
3 Jesus! Master! as of yore
Thou didst bid the blind man see,
Light upon my soul restore;
Jesus! Master! heal Thou me.
EAL us, Emmanuel, here we are,
Waiting to feel Thy touch :
Deep-wounded souls to Thee repair,
And, Saviour, we are such.
2 Our faith is feeble, we confess,
We faintly trust Thy word;
But wilt Thou pity us the less?
Be that far from Thee, Lord!
3 Remember him who once applied
With trembling for relief;
"Lord, I believe," with tears he cried,
"Oh, help my unbelief!"
4 She, too, who touch'd Thee in the press,
And healing virtue stole,
Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace,
Thy faith hath made thee whole."
5 Conceal'd amid the gathering throng,
She would have shunn'd Thy view,
And if her faith was firm and strong,
Had strong misgivings too.
6 Like her, with hopes and fears, we come
To touch Thee if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal'd away.
THOU, the contrite sinner's Friend,
Who, loving, lovest him to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend,
That Thou wilt plead for me.
2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting-place,
And fainting I mistrust Thy grace,
Then, Saviour, plead for me.
3 When I have err'd and gone astray
Afar from Thine and wisdom's way,
And see no glimmering guiding ray,
Still, Saviour, plead for me.
4 And when my dying hour draws near,
Then, to preserve my soul from fear,
Lord, to my fading sight appear,
Pleading in heaven for me.
Charlotte Elliott, 1835, a
OME, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
2 His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And though His arm be strong to smite,
'Tis also strong to save.
3 Long hath the night of sorrow reign'd;
The dawn shall bring us light;
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.
4 Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.
5 As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round;
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground;
6 So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallow'd morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
RACIOUS Lord, incline Thine ear,
My requests vouchsafe to hear;
Hear my never-ceasing cry;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
2 Wealth and honour I disdain,
Earthly comforts all are vain;
These can never satisfy,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
3 Lord, deny me what Thou wilt,
Only ease me of my guilt;
Suppliant at Thy feet I lie,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
4 All unholy, all unclean,
I am nothing else but sin;
On Thy mercy I rely,
Give me Christ, or else I die.
5 Thou dost freely save the lost!
Only in Thy grace I trust:
With my earnest suit comply;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
6 Thou hast promised to forgive
All who in Thy Son believe;
Lord, I know Thou canst not lie;
Give me Christ, or else I die.
7 Father, dost Thou seem to frown?
I take shelter in Thy Son!
Jesus, to Thy arms I fly.
Save me, Lord, or else I die.
"Bless me, even me also, O my
LORD, I hear of showers of blessing
Thou art scattering, full and free;
Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me,
2 Pass me not, O gracious Father!
Sinful though my heart may be;
Thou might'st curse me, but the rather
Let Thy mercy light on me,
3 Pass me not, O tender Saviour!
Let me love and cling to Thee;
I am longing for Thy favour;
When Thou comest, call for me,
4 Pass me not, O mighty Spirit!
Thou canst make the blind to see;
Witnesser of Jesus' merit,
Speak the word of power to me,
5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,
Long been slighting, grieving Thee?
Has the world my heart been keeping?
Oh forgive and rescue me,
6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,
Blood of God, so rich and free,
Grace of God, so strong and boundless,
Magnify them all in me,
7 Pass me not, this lost one bringing,
Satan's slave Thy child shall be,
All my heart to Thee is springing;
Blessing others, oh bless me,
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