232 Hebron. L.M.

(495) My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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, 1742.

233 Hebron. L.M.

(493) Pardon Penitently Implored.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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, 1742.

234 Hebron. L.M.

(494) Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit.

Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite,

Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

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.

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;

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.

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, 1749.

235 Woodworth. L.M.

(489) Coming in Humility.

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!

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!

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!

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!

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!

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, 1836.

236 Badea. S.M.

(506) Decision.

And can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away,

For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,

I can hold out no more:

I sink, by dying love compelled,

And own thee conqueror.

3 Tho' late, I all forsake,

My friends, my all resign;

Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,

And seal me ever thine.

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, 1746.

237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.

The Call Answered.

Do you hear the Savior calling,

By the wooings of his voice?

Do you hear the accents falling?

Will you make the precious choice?

REF.--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!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing,

Softly drawing us to him,

Thro' the day and night pursuing,

With his gentle voice to win.

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!

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.

238 I Do Believe. C.M.

(491) Unwearied Earnestness.

Father, I stretch my hand to thee;

No other help I know:

If thou withdraw thyself from me,

Ah! whither shall I go?

CHO.--I do believe, I now believe

That Jesus died for me;

And thro' his blood, his precious blood,

I shall from sin be free.

2 What did thine only Son endure.

Before I drew my breath?

What pain, what labor, to secure

My soul from endless death!

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.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes;

Oh, let me now receive that gift--

My soul without it dies.

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.

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

239 I Do Believe. C.M.

(485) The Friend of Sinners.

Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;

As such I look to thee;

Now, in the fullness of thy love,

O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,--

Remember Calvary;

Remember all thy dying groans,

And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!

I yield myself to thee;

While thou art sitting on thy throne,

Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty--I am vile,

But thy salvation's free;

Then, in thine all abounding grace,

Dear Lord! remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1783, a.

240 Brown. C.M.

(482) Approaching the Mercy-Seat.

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

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.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed;

By wars without and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.

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.

John Newton, 1779.

241 Take Me As I Am. P.M.

No Hope in Self.

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.

REF.--Take me as I am,

Take me as I am;

Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,

And take me as I am.

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.

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.

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.

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.