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How Sad Our State by Nature Is!

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

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

Verse 1

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Verse 2

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Verse 3

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

Verse 4

The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

Verse 5

My God is reconciled,
His pard’ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Otterbein 1890 No. 196 · H. M · Lenox

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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Christ Has for Sin Atonement Made

Elisha A. Hoffman·Modern

Verse 1

Christ has for sin atonement made,
What a wonderful Savior!
We are redeem’d, the price is paid,
What a wonderful Savior!

Refrain

What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!
What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

Verse 2

I praise him for the cleansing blood,
What a wonderful Savior!
That reconciled my soul to God,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 3

He cleansed my heart from all its sin,
What a wonderful Savior!
And now he reigns and rules therein,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 4

He walks beside me in the way,
What a wonderful Savior!
And keeps me faithful day by day,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 5

He gives me overcoming power,
What a wonderful Savior!
And triumph in each conflict hour,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 6

To him I’ve given all my heart,
What a wonderful Savior!
The world shall never share a part,
What a wonderful Savior!

Elisha A. Hoffman, “Christ Has for Sin Atonement Made”

Otterbein 1890 No. 199 · P.M · What a Wonderful Savior

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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Just as I Am, Without One Plea

Charlotte Elliott·Modern

Verse 1

Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st me come to thee,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Verse 2

Just as I am, and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Verse 3

Just as I am, tho’ tossed about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Verse 4

Just as I am--poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Verse 5

Just as I am--thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Verse 6

Just as I am--thy love unknown
Hath broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

Charlotte Elliott, “Just as I Am, Without One Plea”

Otterbein 1890 No. 235 · L.M · Woodworth

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

CW
Father, I Stretch My Hand to Thee

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Father, I stretch my hand to thee;
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?

Refrain

I do believe, I now believe
That Jesus died for me;
And thro’ his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.

Verse 2

What did thine only Son endure.
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!

Verse 3

O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel thy power;
And all my wants thou would’st relieve,
In this accepted hour.

Verse 4

Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes;
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.

Verse 5

Surely thou canst not let me die;
Oh, speak, and I shall live,
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till thou thy Spirit give.

Verse 6

How would my fainting soul rejoice,
Could I but see thy face;
Now let me hear thy quick’ning voice,
And taste thy pard’ning grace.

Charles Wesley, “Father, I Stretch My Hand to Thee”

Otterbein 1890 No. 238 · C.M · I Do Believe

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

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Jesus! Thou Art the Sinner's Friend

Richard Burnham·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Jesus! thou art the sinner’s Friend;
As such I look to thee;
Now, in the fullness of thy love,
O Lord! remember me.

Verse 2

Remember thy pure word of grace,--
Remember Calvary;
Remember all thy dying groans,
And, then, remember me.

Verse 3

Thou wondrous Advocate with God!
I yield myself to thee;
While thou art sitting on thy throne,
Dear Lord! remember me.

Verse 4

Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,
But thy salvation’s free;
Then, in thine all abounding grace,
Dear Lord! remember me.

Otterbein 1890 No. 239 · C.M · I Do Believe

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

FC
Oh, Wondrous, Deep, Unbounded Love

Fanny J. Crosby·Modern

Verse 1

Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,
My Savior, can it be
That thou hast borne the crown of thorns
And suffered death for me?

Refrain

At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light
And, the burden of my heart rolled away--
It was there by faith I received my sight,
And now I am happy all the day.

Verse 2

I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,
I give myself to thee;
I plead thy merits, thine alone,
For thou hast died for me.

Verse 3

Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,
For sinners flowing free,
Then rise, renewed by grace divine,
And shout salvation free.

Verse 4

And when I reach thy place above,
My sweetest notes will be,
Redemption through a Savior’s name,
Who bled and died for me.

Fanny J. Crosby, “Oh, Wondrous, Deep, Unbounded Love”

Otterbein 1890 No. 244 · C.M · At the Cross

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

EH
Christ Has for Sin Atonement Made

Elisha A. Hoffman·Modern

Verse 1

Christ has for sin atonement made,
What a wonderful Savior!
We are redeem’d, the price is paid,
What a wonderful Savior!

Refrain

What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Jesus!
What a wonderful Savior is Jesus, my Lord!

Verse 2

I praise him for the cleansing blood,
What a wonderful Savior!
That reconciled my soul to God,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 3

He cleansed my heart from all its sin,
What a wonderful Savior!
And now he reigns and rules therein,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 4

He walks beside me in the way,
What a wonderful Savior!
And keeps me faithful day by day,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 5

He gives me overcoming power,
What a wonderful Savior!
And triumph in each conflict hour,
What a wonderful Savior!

Verse 6

To him I’ve given all my heart,
What a wonderful Savior!
The world shall never share a part,
What a wonderful Savior!

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 413 · P.M · What a Wonderful Savior

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

WH

Verse 1

My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Refrain

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

Verse 2

My Father’s house is built on high;
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

Verse 3

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow,
Be mine a happier lot, to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

Verse 4

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 484 · L.M · Going Home

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

WH

Verse 1

My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Refrain

I’m going home, I’m going home,
I’m going home to die no more,
To die no more, to die no more,
I’m going home to die no more.

Verse 2

My Father’s house is built on high;
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.

Verse 3

Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow,
Be mine a happier lot, to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.

Verse 4

Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.

William Hunter, “My Heavenly Home Is Bright and Fair”

Otterbein 1890 No. 522 · L.M · Going Home

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage

CW
Arise, My Soul, Arise

Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation

Verse 1

Arise, my soul, arise,
Shake off thy guilty fears;
The bleeding sacrifice
In my behalf appears;
Before the throne my Surety stands,
My name is written on his hands.

Verse 2

He ever lives above,
For me to intercede;
His all-redeeming love,
His precious blood to plead;
His blood atoned for all our race,
And sprinkles now the throne of grace.

Verse 3

Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me;
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

Verse 4

The Father hears him pray,
His dear Anointed One;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

Verse 5

My God is reconciled,
His pard’ning voice I hear,
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear;
With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 653 · H. M · Lenox

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage