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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
W. S. Marshall·Modern
Verse 1
Do you hear the Savior calling,
By the wooings of his voice?
Do you hear the accents falling?
Will you make the precious choice?
Refrain
I am list’ning; oh, I’m list’ning
Just to hear the accents fall!
I am list’ning; oh, I’m list’ning
To the Savior’s gentle call!
Verse 2
By his Spirit he is wooing,
Softly drawing us to him,
Thro’ the day and night pursuing,
With his gentle voice to win.
Verse 3
By the Word of Truth he’s speaking
To the wand’ring, erring ones;
List! the voice the stillness breaking!
Hear the sweet and solemn tones!
Verse 4
In his providential dealings,
Even in his stern decrees,
In the loudest thunders pealing,
Or the murm’ring of the breeze.
W. S. Marshall, “Do You Hear the Savior Calling”
Otterbein 1890 No. 237 · 8s & 7s · I am Listening
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Eliza H. Hamilton·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, my Lord, to thee I cry;
Unless thou help me, I must die;
Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh
And take me as I am.
Refrain
Take me as I am,
Take me as I am;
Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,
And take me as I am.
Verse 2
Helpless I am, and full of guilt,
But yet for me thy blood was spilt,
And thou canst make me as thou wilt,
But take me as I am.
Verse 3
I thirst, I long to know thy love,
Thy full salvation I would prove;
But since to thee I cannot move
Oh, take me as I am.
Verse 4
If thou hast work for me to do,
Inspire my will, my heart renew,
And work both in and by me, too,
But take me as I am.
Verse 5
And when at last the work is done.
The battle o’er, the victory won,
Still, still my cry shall be alone,
Oh, take me as I am.
Eliza H. Hamilton, “Jesus, My Lord, to Thee I Cry”
Otterbein 1890 No. 241 · P.M · Take Me As I Am
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
John S. B. Monsell·Modern
Verse 1
Sinful, sighing to be blest;
Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest:
God be merciful to me.
Verse 2
Goodness I have none to plead,
Sinfulness in all I see,
I can only bring my need:
God be merciful to me.
Verse 3
Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to Thee;
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs:
God be merciful to me.
Verse 4
From this sinful heart of mine
To Thy bosom I would flee;
I am not my own, but Thine:
God be merciful to me.
Verse 5
There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone:
God be merciful to me.
Verse 6
He my cause will undertake,
My Interpreter will be;
He’s my all; and for His sake
God be merciful to me.
John S. B. Monsell, “Sinful, Sighing to Be Blest”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 459 · 7.7.7.7. · Woodman
Thomas B. Pollock·Modern
Verse 1
Father, hear Thy children’s call;
Humbly at Thy feet we fall,
Prodigals, confessing all:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 2
Christ, beneath Thy cross we blame
All our life of sin and shame,
Penitent, we breathe Thy Name:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 3
Holy Spirit, grieved and tried,
Oft forgotten and defied,
Now we mourn our stubborn pride:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 4
Love that caused us first to be,
Love that bled upon the tree,
Love that draws us lovingly:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 5
We Thy call have disobeyed,
Into paths of sin have strayed,
And repentance have delayed:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 6
Sick, we come to Thee for cure,
Guilty, seek Thy mercy sure,
Evil, long to be made pure:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 7
Blind, we pray that we may see,
Bound, we pray to be made free,
Stained, we pray for sanctity:
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 8
Thou who hearest each contrite sigh,
Bidding sinful souls draw nigh,
Willing not that one should die,
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Verse 9
By the love that bids Thee spare,
By the heaven Thou dost prepare,
By Thy promises to prayer,
We beseech Thee, hear us.
Thomas B. Pollock, “Father, Hear Thy Children's Call”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 460 · 7.7.7.6. · Gower's Litany
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
No, not despairingly
Come I to Thee;
No, not distrustingly
Bend I the knee:
Sin hath gone over me,
Yet is this still my plea,
Jesus hath died.
Verse 2
Ah! mine iniquity
Crimson has been,
Infinite, infinite
Sin upon sin;
Sin of not loving Thee,
Sin of not trusting Thee,
Infinite sin.
Verse 3
Lord, I confess to Thee
Sadly my sin;
All I am tell I Thee,
All I have been:
Purge Thou my sin away,
Wash Thou my soul this day;
Lord, make me clean.
Verse 4
Faithful and just art Thou,
Forgiving all;
Loving and kind art Thou
When poor ones call:
Lord, let the cleansing blood,
Blood of the Lamb of God,
Pass o’er my soul.
Verse 5
Then all is peace and light
This soul within;
Thus shall I walk with Thee,
The loved Unseen;
Leaning on Thee, my God,
Guided along the road,
Nothing between.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 463 · 6.4.6.4.6.4. · Kedron
Cornelius Elven·Modern
Verse 1
With broken heart and contrite sigh,
A trembling sinner, Lord, I cry;
Thy pardoning grace is rich and free:
O God, be merciful to me.
Verse 2
I smite upon my troubled breast,
With deep and conscious guilt oppressed,
Christ and His cross my only plea:
O God, be merciful to me.
Verse 3
Far off I stand with tearful eyes,
Nor dare uplift them to the skies;
But Thou dost all my anguish see:
O God, be merciful to me.
Verse 4
Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done,
Can for a single sin atone;
To Calvary alone I flee:
O God, be merciful to me.
Verse 5
And when, redeemed from sin and hell,
With all the ransomed throng I dwell,
My raptured song shall ever be,
“God has been merciful to me.”
Cornelius Elven, “With Broken Heart and Contrite Sigh”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 464 · L.M. · St. Luke
Horatius Bonar·Modern
Verse 1
I was a wandering sheep,
I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father’s voice,
I loved afar to roam.
Verse 2
The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child;
They followed me o’er vale and hill,
O’er deserts waste and wild:
They found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love,
They saved the wandering one.
Verse 3
Jesus my Shepherd is;
’Twas He that loved my soul,
’Twas He that washed me in His blood,
’Twas He that made me whole;
’Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wandering sheep,
’Twas He that brought me to the fold,
’Tis He that still doth keep.
Verse 4
I was a wandering sheep,
I would not be controlled;
But now I love my Shepherd’s voice,
I love, I love the fold.
I was a wayward child,
I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father’s voice,
I love, I love His home.
Horatius Bonar, “I Was a Wandering Sheep”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 465 · S.M.D. · Pastor Bonus
Isaac Williams·Modern
Verse 1
Lord, in this Thy mercy’s day,
Ere it pass for aye away,
On our knees we fall and pray.
Verse 2
Holy Jesus, grant us tears,
Fill us with heart-searching fears
Ere that awful doom appears.
Verse 3
Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at the door,
Ere it close for evermore.
Verse 4
By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,
Verse 5
By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,
Let us not Thy love forego.
Verse 6
’Neath Thy wings let us have place,
Lest we lose this day of grace
Ere we shall behold Thy face.
Isaac Williams, “Lord, in This Thy Mercy's Day”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 466 · 7.7.7. · St. Philip
Robert Grant·Modern
Verse 1
Saviour, when in dust to Thee
Low we bow the adoring knee;
When, repentant, to the skies
Scarce we lift our weeping eyes,
O by all the pains and woe
Suffered once for man below,
Bending from Thy throne on high,
Hear our solemn litany.
Verse 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, O turn a favoring eye,
Hear our solemn litany.
Verse 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.
Verse 4
By Thine hour of dire despair,
By Thine agony of prayer,
By the cross, the nail, the thorn,
Piercing spear, and torturing scorn,
By the gloom that veiled the skies
O’er the dreadful sacrifice,—
Listen to our humble cry,
Hear our solemn litany.
Verse 5
By Thy deep expiring groan,
By the sad sepulchral stone,
By the vault whose dark abode
Held in vain the rising God,—
O from earth to heaven restored,
Mighty, re-ascended Lord,
Listen to the cry
Of our solemn litany.
Robert Grant, “Saviour, When in Dust to Thee”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 470 · 7.7.7.7.D. · Blumenthal
Samuel J. Stone·Modern
Verse 1
Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,
I look at heaven and long to enter in;
But there no evil thing may find a home;
And yet I hear a voice that bids me “Come.”
Verse 2
So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand
In the pure glory of that holy land?
Before the whiteness of that throne appear?
Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near.
Verse 3
The while I fain would tread the heavenly way,
Evil is ever with me day by day;
Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall,
“Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all.”
Verse 4
It is the voice of Jesus that I hear;
His are the hands stretched out to draw me near,
And His the blood that can for all atone,
And set me faultless there before the throne.
Verse 5
O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear
The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer,
That in the Father’s courts my glorious dress
May be the garment of Thy righteousness.
Verse 6
Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord;
Thine all the merits, mine the great reward;
Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown;
Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.
Samuel J. Stone, “Weary of Earth, and Laden with My Sin”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 471 · 10.10.10.10. · Langran
Thomas B. Pollock·Modern
Verse 1
We have not known Thee as we ought,
Nor learned Thy wisdom, grace, and power;
The things of earth have filled our thought,
And trifles of the passing hour.
Lord, give us light Thy truth to see,
And make us wise in knowing Thee.
Verse 2
We have not feared Thee as we ought,
Nor bowed beneath Thine awful eye,
Nor guarded deed, and word, and thought,
Remembering that God was nigh.
Lord, give us faith to know Thee near,
And grant the grace of holy fear.
Verse 3
We have not loved Thee as we ought,
Nor cared that we are loved by Thee;
Thy presence we have coldly sought,
And feebly longed Thy face to see.
Lord, give a pure and loving heart
To feel and own the love Thou art.
Verse 4
We have not served Thee as we ought;
Alas! the duties left undone,
The work with little fervor wrought,
The battles lost, or scarcely won!
Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,
For Thee to toil, for Thee to fight.
Verse 5
When shall we know Thee as we ought,
And fear, and love, and serve aright!
When shall we, out of trial brought,
Be perfect in the land of light!
Lord, may we day by day prepare
To see Thy face, and serve Thee there.
Thomas B. Pollock, “We Have Not Known Thee as We Ought”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 472 · 8.8.8.8.8.8. · Jesu, Domine
Henry W. Baker·Modern
Verse 1
Out of the deep I call
To Thee, O Lord, to Thee;
Before Thy throne of grace I fall;
Be merciful to me.
Verse 2
Out of the deep I cry,
The woeful deep of sin,
Of evil done in days gone by,
Of evil now within.
Verse 3
Out of the deep of fear
And dread of coming shame,
From morning watch till night is near
I plead the precious Name.
Verse 4
Lord, there is mercy now,
As ever was, with Thee;
Before Thy throne of grace I bow,
Be merciful to me.
Henry W. Baker, “Out of the Deep I Call”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 474 · S.M. · St. Bride
John S. B. Monsell·Modern
Verse 1
My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
They take such hold on me,
I am not able to look up,
Save only, Christ, to Thee;
In Thee is all forgiveness,
In Thee abundant grace,
My shadow and my sunshine
The brightness of Thy face.
Verse 2
My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
How sad on Thee they fall;
Seen through Thy gentle patience,
I tenfold feel them all;
I know they are forgiven,
But still, their pain to me
Is all the grief and anguish
They laid, my Lord, on Thee.
Verse 3
My sins, my sins, my Saviour!
Their guilt I never knew
Till with Thee in the desert
I near Thy passion drew;
Till with Thee in the garden
I heard Thy pleading prayer,
And saw the sweat-drops bloody
That told Thy sorrow there.
Verse 4
Therefore my songs, my Saviour,
E’en in this time of woe,
Shall tell of all Thy goodness
To suffering man below;
Thy goodness and Thy favor,
Whose presence from above
Rejoice those hearts, my Saviour,
That live in Thee and love.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 475 · 7.6.7.6.D. · Monsell