Heart-Song

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE PENITENT'S PLEA. Jesus, see me, lost and dying, Unto Thee for shelter flying; Hear, O hear my heart's sore crying: Heed me, Jesus, or I die All my sin and sorrow feeling, Come I, as the leper, kneeling: Come to Thee for help and healing; Heal me, Jesus, or I die Naught have I to plead of merit, Naught...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE PENITENT'S PLEA. Jesus, see me, lost and dying, Unto Thee for shelter flying; Hear, O hear my heart's sore crying: Heed me, Jesus, or I die All my sin and sorrow feeling, Come I, as the leper, kneeling: Come to Thee for help and healing; Heal me, Jesus, or I die Naught have I to plead of merit, Naught but curse do I inherit; By Thy gracious, quick'ning Spirit Save me, Jesus, or I die Not my tears of deep contrition Can secure one sin's remission; Helpless, hopeless my condition: Help me, Jesus, or I die l6 THE PENITENT'S PLEA. Far away my dead works flinging, Nothing owning, nothing bringing, Only to Thy mercy clinging: Bless me, Jesus, or I die Nothing but Thy mercy pleading, Pardon, cleansing, shelter needing, In Thy side, once pierced and bleeding, Hide me, Jesus, or I die Sin-cursed with Thy grace, Lord, bless me; Naked in Thy beauty dress me, Prodigal in love caress me: Take me, Jesus, or I die By Thy cross, where hope is beaming, By its crimson fountain streaming, Flowing for the world's redeeming, Cleanse me, Jesus, or I die Save me, and I '11 praise Thee ever For the love which changes never, From which not e'en death can sever, In a land where none can die MY WONDER. The more, dear Lord, I ponder This wayward heart of mine, The more, dear Lord, I wonder That Thou hast made me Thine. So often from Thee straying, So cold my love to Thee, So often disobeying, And still Thou lovest me O Thou, the high, the holy, And canst Thou condescend, O Thou, the meek and lowly, To call e'en me Thy friend ? Am I a child of glory ? Am I an heir of bliss ? How strange, O grace, thy story Of marvels, marvel this l8 LOPE'S OFFERING. O love, all love excelling, Beyond our utmos...