1 Times without number have I prayed, "This only once forgive";
Relapsing when Thy hand was stayed, And suffered me to live.
2 Yet now the kingdom of Thy peace, Lord, to my heart restore; Forgive my vain repentances, And bid me sin no more.
1 Sweet is the friendly voice which speaks The words of life and peace,
That bids the penitent rejoice, And sin and sorrow cease.
2 No healing balm on earth like this Can cheer the contrite heart; No flattering dreams of earthly bliss Such pure delight impart.
3 Thou still art merciful and kind; Thy mercy, Lord, reveal:
The broken heart 't is Thou canst bind, The wounded spirit heal.
4 Let Thy bright presence, Lord, restore Peace to my anxious breast:
Conduct me in the path that leads To everlasting rest!
10 turn, great ruler of the skies, Turn from my sins Thy searching eyes; Nor let the offences of my hand Within Thy book recorded stand. 2 Lord, let Thy clemency divine Conspicuous in my pardon shine! O let the fulness of Thy grace Each error of my life efface! 3 Give me a will to Thine subdued, A conscience pure, a soul renewed; Nor let me, lost in hopeless gloom, An outcast from Thy presence roam. 4 The heart that, taught its guilt to know, Repentant heaves with inward woe, Shall find its humble prayers and sighs To Thee in full acceptance rise!
1 O sinner! bring not tears alone, Or outward form of prayer: But let it in thy heart be known That penitence is there.
2 To beat the breast, the clothes to rend, God asketh not of thee:
Thy secret soul He bids thee bend În true humility.
3 O let us then, with heartfelt grief, Draw near unto our God, And pray to Him to grant relief, And stay the uplifted rod.
4 O righteous Judge! if Thou wilt deign To grant us what we need; We pray for time to turn again, And grace to turn indeed.
1 God of mercy, God of love ! Hear our sad repentant song; Sorrow dwells on every face, Penitence on every tongue.
2 Deep regret for follies past, Talents wasted, time misspent ; Hearts debased by worldly cares, Thankless for the blessings lent: 3 Foolish fears and fond desires, Vain regrets for things as vain; Lips too seldom taught to praise, Oft to murmur and complain:
4 These, and every secret fault, Filled with grief and shame we own; Humbled at Thy feet we lie,
Seeking pardon from Thy Throne.
5 God of mercy, God of grace! Hear our sad repentant songs; O restore Thy suppliant race, Thou to whom all praise belongs!
"Ask, and ye shall receive"; On this my hope I build :
I ask forgiveness, and believe My prayer shall be fulfilled.
Seek, and expect to find; Wounded to death in soul, I seek the Saviour of mankind; His touch can make me whole.
Knock, and with patience wait, Faith shall free entrance win: I stand and knock at Mercy's gate; Lord Jesus, let me in.
How should I ask in vain ?
Seek, and not find Thee, Lord?
Knock, and yet no admittance gain? Is it not in Thy word?
Time, ruin, change, decay,
The lines can never blot;
Though heaven and earth shall pass away,
Thy Word, O God! shall not.
1 Lord, forgive me day by day, Debts I cannot hope to pay: Duties I have left undone, Evils I have failed to shun :
2 Trespasses in word or thought; Deeds from evil motive wrought; Cold ingratitude, distrust; Thoughts unhallowed or unjust.
3 Pardon, Lord! and are there those Who my debtors are, or foes? I, who by forgiveness live, Here their trespasses forgive.
4 May I feel, beneath all wrongs, Vengeance to the Lord belongs; Nor a worse requital dare, Than the meek revenge of
5 Much forgiven, may I learn Love for hatred to return! Then assured my heart shall be, Thou, my God, hast pardoned me.
When, from the depths of woe, To Thee, O Lord! I cry,
Darkness surrounds me, but I know
That Thou art ever nigh.
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