Sin, Forgiveness of
12 items
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.
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.
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!”
Elvina M. Hall·Modern
Verse 1
I hear the Savior say,
Thy strength indeed is small;
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Find in me thine all in all.
Refrain
Jesus paid it all,
All to him I owe;
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow.
Verse 2
Lord, now indeed I find
Thy power, and thine alone,
Can change the leper’s spots,
And melt the heart of stone.
Verse 3
For nothing good have I
Whereby thy grace to claim--
I’ll wash my garment white
In the blood of Calvary’s Lamb.
Verse 4
When from my dying bed
My ransomed soul shall rise,
Then “Jesus paid it all”
Shall rend the vaulted skies.
Verse 5
And when before the throne
I stand in him complete,
I’ll lay my trophies down,
All down at Jesus’ feet.
Elvina M. Hall, “I Hear the Savior Say”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
Verse 2
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Verse 3
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
Verse 4
My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
Isaac Watts, “Not All the Blood of Beasts”
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”
Arr. from Neumaster·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.
Refrain
Sing it o’er and o’er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Verse 2
Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Verse 3
Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.
Verse 4
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I’ll enter in.
Arr. from Neumaster·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Sinners Jesus will receive;
Sound this word of grace to all
Who the heavenly pathway leave,
All who linger, all who fall.
Refrain
Sing it o’er and o’er again;
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Make the message clear and plain:
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Verse 2
Come, and he will give you rest;
Trust him for his word is plain;
He will take the sinfulest;
Christ receiveth sinful men.
Verse 3
Now my heart condemns me not,
Pure before the law I stand;
He who cleansed me from all spot,
Satisfied its last demand.
Verse 4
Christ receiveth sinful men,
Even me with all my sin;
Purged from every spot and stain,
Heaven with him I’ll enter in.
Alexander Maclaren·Modern
Take us now into Thy loving care, forgive all our evils, quicken and strengthen in us any little spark of good, and bring it to a flame. Hast Thou not promised that Thou wilt not quench the dimly burning wick? We pray Thee to tend the fire in our hearts, and help us not to quench it. We pray Thee to hear us, and in Thy mercy to accept us, through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Alexander Maclaren, Pulpit Prayers