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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.
Verse 2
But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
“Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord.”
Verse 3
My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.
Verse 4
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
Verse 5
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.
Isaac Watts, “How Sad Our State by Nature Is!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 182 · C.M · Downs
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William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame!
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!
Verse 2
Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
Verse 3
What peaceful hours I then enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But now I find an aching void
The world can never fill.
Verse 4
Return, oh, holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from, my breast.
Verse 5
The dearest idol I have known,
Whatever that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
Verse 6
So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.
William Cowper, “Oh, for a Closer Walk with God!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 330 · C.M · Balerma
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, for a heart to praise my God,
A heart from sin set free--
A heart that always feels thy blood,
So freely spilt for me;--
Verse 2
A heart resigned, submissive, meek,
My great Redeemer’s throne,
Where only Christ is heard to speak,
Where Jesus reigns alone.
Verse 3
Oh, for a lowly, contrite heart,
Believing, true, and clean,
Which neither life nor death can part
From him that dwells within;--
Verse 4
A heart in every thought renewed,
And full of love divine;
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good,
A copy, Lord, of thine.
Verse 5
Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart;
Come quickly from above;
Write thy new name upon my heart--
Thy new, best name of Love.
Charles Wesley, “Oh, for a Heart to Praise My God”
Otterbein 1890 No. 331 · C.M · Balerma
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Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How gentle God’s commands!
How kind his precepts are!
Come, cast your burdens on the Lord,
And trust his constant care.
Verse 2
His bounty will provide;
His saints securely dwell;
That hand which bears creation up,
Shall guard his children well.
Verse 3
Why should this anxious load
Press down your weary mind?
Oh, seek your heavenly Father’s throne,
And peace and comfort find.
Verse 4
His Goodness Stands approved,
Unchanged from day to day;
I’ll drop my burden at his feet,
And bear a song away.
Philip Doddridge, “How Gentle God's Commands!”
Otterbein 1890 No. 335 · S.M · Dennis
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Robert Robinson·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, thou Fount of ev’ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount--I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of thy redeeming love.
Verse 2
Here I’ll raise mine Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I’m come;
And I hope by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand’ring from the fold of God,
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
Verse 3
Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wand’ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love--
Here’s my heart, oh, take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above.
Robert Robinson, “Come, Thou Fount of Ev'ry Blessing”
Otterbein 1890 No. 338 · 8s & 7s. 6 or 8 lines · Nettleton
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Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
The pity of the Lord,
To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.
Verse 2
He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with ev’ry breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
Verse 3
Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flow’r;
If one sharp blast sweep o’er the field,
It withers in an hour.
Verse 4
But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children’s children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
Isaac Watts, “The Pity of the Lord”
Otterbein 1890 No. 339 · S.M · Braden
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Jesus, Lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Savior, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!
Verse 2
Other refuge have I none;
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, O, leave me not alone,
Still support and comfort me:
All my trust on thee is stayed,
All my help from thee I bring;
Cover my defenseless head
With the shadow of thy wing!
Verse 3
Thou, O Christ, art all I want;
More than all in thee I find;
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
I am all unrighteousness:
False and full of sin I am,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
Verse 4
Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to cover all my sin:
Let the healing streams abound:
Make and keep me pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee:
Spring thou up within my heart,
Rise to all eternity.
Charles Wesley, “Jesus, Lover of My Soul”
Otterbein 1890 No. 340 · 7s. D · Refuge
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William Cowper·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings:
It is the Lord who rises
With healing on his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
Verse 2
In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God’s salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let the unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
William Cowper, “Sometimes a Light Surprises”
Otterbein 1890 No. 346 · 7s & 6s. D · Waring
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John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
Verse 2
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved:
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!
Verse 3
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
Verse 4
The Lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 680 · C.M · Balerma
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage