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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 207 · 7.7.7.7. · (Seymour)
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Oh, that my load of sin were gone;
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus’ feet to lay it down--
To lay my soul at Jesus’ feet.
Verse 2
Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior of all, if mine thou art,
Give me the meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.
Verse 3
Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within--
Till I am wholly lost in thee.
Verse 4
Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.
Verse 5
I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.
Charles Wesley, “Oh, That My Load of Sin Were Gone”
Otterbein 1890 No. 232 · L.M · Hebron
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
Verse 2
My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard’ning love be found.
Verse 3
Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies
And past offenses pain mine eyes.
Verse 4
My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.
Verse 5
Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.
Charles Wesley, “Show Pity, Lord, O Lord, Forgive”
Otterbein 1890 No. 233 · L.M · Hebron
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
Verse 2
Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vexed and urged, thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.
Verse 3
Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe’er thy grace received!
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
Verse 4
This only woe I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.
Verse 5
Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
Charles Wesley, “Stay, Thou Insulted Spirit, Stay”
Otterbein 1890 No. 234 · L.M · Hebron
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
And can I yet delay
My little all to give?
To tear my soul from earth away,
For Jesus to receive?
Verse 2
Nay, but I yield, I yield,
I can hold out no more:
I sink, by dying love compelled,
And own thee conqueror.
Verse 3
Tho’ late, I all forsake,
My friends, my all resign;
Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,
And seal me ever thine.
Verse 4
Come and possess me whole,
Nor hence again remove;
Settle and fix my wav’ring soul
With all thy weight of love.
Charles Wesley, “And Can I yet Delay”
Otterbein 1890 No. 236 · S.M · Badea
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
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
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
John Newton·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,
Where Jesus answers prayer;
There humbly fall before his feet,
For none can perish there.
Verse 2
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh;
Thou call’st the burdened souls to thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.
Verse 3
Bowed down beneath a load of sin,
By Satan sorely pressed;
By wars without and fears within,
I come to thee for rest.
Verse 4
Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
That guilty sinners, such as I,
Might plead thy gracious name.
Otterbein 1890 No. 240 · C.M · I Do Believe
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, “How shall I give Thee up?”
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
Verse 4
There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is Love: I know, I feel,
Jesus weeps, but loves me still.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 461 · 7.7.7.7. · (Seymour)
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
O Thou that hear’st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their memory from Thy book.
Verse 2
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin;
Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart,
Nor hide Thy presence from my heart.
Verse 3
I cannot live without Thy light,
Cast out and banished from Thy sight;
Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me, that I fall no more.
Verse 4
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne’er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
Verse 5
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns Thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Verse 6
Then will I teach the world Thy ways;
Sinners shall learn Thy sovereign grace;
I’ll lead them to my Saviour’s blood,
And they shall praise a pardoning God.
Verse 7
O may Thy love inspire my tongue;
Salvation shall be all my song,
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my Strength and Righteousness.
Isaac Watts, “O Thou That Hear'st When Sinners Cry”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 462 · L.M. · Hamburg
John Morison·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Come, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.
Verse 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.
Verse 3
Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;
The dawn shall bring us light:
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.
Verse 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.
Verse 5
As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round,
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground;
Verse 6
So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.
John Morison, “Come, Let Us to the Lord Our God”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 467 · C.M. · Soho
Anne Steele·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How oft, alas! this wretched heart
Has wandered from the Lord,
How oft my roving thoughts depart,
Forgetful of His word.
Verse 2
Yet sovereign mercy calls, “Return;”
Dear Lord, and may I come?
My vile ingratitude I mourn;
O take the wanderer home.
Verse 3
And canst Thou, wilt Thou yet forgive,
And bid my crimes remove?
And shall a pardoned rebel live
To speak Thy wondrous love?
Verse 4
Almighty grace, thy healing power,
How glorious, how Divine!
That can to bliss and life restore
So vile a heart as mine.
Verse 5
Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet,
Dear Saviour, I adore;
O keep me at Thy sacred feet,
And let me rove no more.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 469 · C.M. · Salzburgh
Tate and Brady's New Version, Ed. of 1698·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Have mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppressed with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
Verse 2
Against Thee, Lord, alone,
And only in Thy sight,
Have I transgressed; and though condemned
Must own Thy judgments right.
Verse 3
Blot out my crying sins,
Nor me in anger view;
Create in me a heart that’s clean,
An upright mind renew.
Verse 4
Withdraw not Thou Thy help,
Nor cast me from Thy sight;
Nor let Thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight.
Verse 5
The joy Thy favors give
Let me again obtain,
And Thy free Spirit’s firm support
My fainting soul sustain.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 473 · S.M. · St. Ignatius
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 57 · 7.7.7.7. · (Seymour)
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Verse 2
I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face,
Would not hearken to His calls,
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
Now, incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 610 · 7.7.7.7. · (Seymour)
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,
Though I have done thee such despite,
Nor cast the sinner quite away,
Nor take thine everlasting flight.
Verse 2
Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,
And still shook off my guilty fears;
And vexed and urged, thee to depart,
For many long rebellious years.
Verse 3
Though I have most unfaithful been,
Of all whoe’er thy grace received!
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;
Verse 4
This only woe I deprecate;
This only plague I pray remove;
Nor leave me in my lost estate;
Nor curse me with this want of love.
Verse 5
Now, Lord, my weary soul release,
Upraise me with thy gracious hand,
And guide into thy perfect peace,
And bring me to the promised land.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 728 · L.M · Hebron
Not yet anchored to a scripture passage