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“These Things were Written for our Instruction”
Jesu, if still Thou art to-day As yesterday the same, Present to heal, in me display The virtue of Thy name. |
If still Thou goest about, to do Thy needy creatures good, On me, that I Thy praise may show, Be all Thy wonders show’d. |
Now, Lord, to whom for help I call, Thy miracles repeat; With pitying eyes behold me fall A leper at Thy feet. |
Loathsome, and foul, and self-abhorr’d, I sink beneath my sin; But if Thou wilt, a gracious word Of Thine can make me clean. |
Thou seest me deaf to Thy commands, Open, O Lord, my ear; Bid me stretch out my wither’d hands, And lift them up in prayer. |
Silent, (alas Thou know’st how long,) My voice I cannot raise; But, O! when Thou shalt loose my tongue, The dumb shall sing Thy praise. |
Lame at the pool I still am found: Give, and my strength employ; Light as a hart I then shall bound, The lame shall leap for joy. |
Blind from my birth to guilt and Thee, And dark I am within; The love of God I cannot see, The sinfulness of sin. |
But Thou, they say, art passing by; O, let me find Thee near: Jesus, in mercy hear my cry! Thou Son of David, hear! |
Long have I waited in the way For Thee the Heavenly Light: Command me to be brought, and say, “Sinner, receive thy sight.” |
While dead in trespasses I lie, The quick’ning Spirit give; Call me, Thou Son of God, that I May hear Thy voice, and live. |
While, full of anguish and disease, My weak, distemper’d soul Thy love compassionately sees, O, let it make me whole. |
While torn by hellish pride, I cry, By legion-lust possess’d, Son of the living God, draw nigh, And speak me into rest. |
Cast out Thy foes, and let them still To Jesu’s name submit; Clothe with Thy righteousness, and heal, And place me at Thy feet. |
To JESU’S name if all things now A trembling homage pay, O, let my stubborn spirit bow, My stiff-neck’d will obey. |
Impotent, dumb, and deaf, and blind, And sick, and poor I am; But sure a remedy to find For all in Jesu’s name. |
I know in Thee all fulness dwells, And all for wretched man: Fill every want my spirit feels, And break off every chain. |
If Thou impart Thyself to me, No other good I need; If Thou the Son shalt make me free, I shall be free indeed. |
I cannot rest, till in Thy blood I full redemption have; But Thou, through whom I come to God, Canst to the utmost save. |
From sin, the guilt, the power, the pain, Thou wilt redeem my soul. Lord, I believe and not in vain: My faith shall make me whole. |
I too with Thee shall walk in white; With all Thy saints shall prove, What is the length, and breadth, and height, And depth of perfect love. |
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