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Jesus, My Lord, to Thee I Cry

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

HS

Verse 1

From every stormy wind that blows,
From every swelling tide of woes,
There is a calm, a sure retreat;--
’Tis found before the mercy-seat.

Verse 2

There is a place where Jesus sheds
The oil of gladness on our heads,--
A place, than all besides, more sweet;
It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.

Verse 3

There is a spot where spirits blend,
Where friend holds fellowship with friend;
Though sundered far, by faith they meet
Around one common mercy-seat.

Verse 4

There, there, on eagle’s wings we soar,
And time, and sense seem all no more;
And heaven comes down our souls to greet,
And glory crowns the mercy-seat!

Verse 5

Oh! may my hand forget her skill,
My tongue be silent, cold, and still,
This bounding heart forget to beat,
If I forget the mercy-seat!

Hugh Stowell, “From Every Stormy Wind That Blows”

Otterbein 1890 No. 384 · L.M · Retreat

Not yet anchored to a scripture passage