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Weary of earth, and laden with my sin

Author: Rev. Samuel J. Stone Appears in 219 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look at heaven and long to enter in; But there no evil thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 5 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness. 6 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Amen.
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Weep not for him who onward bears

Author: Rev. Thomas B. Pollock Appears in 9 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Weep not Him who onward bears His cross to Calvary; He does not ask man's pitying tears, Who wills for man to die. 2 The awful sorrow of His face, The bowing of His frame, Come not from torture of disgrace; He fears not cross or shame. 3 There is a deeper pang of grief, An agony unknown, In which His love finds no relief; He bears it all alone. 4 He thinks of all for whom His life Of lowliness and pain, And weariness and care and strife Will be, alas, in vain. 5 He sees the souls for whom He dies Yet clinging to their sin, And heirs of mansions in the skies Who will not enter in. 6 Ah! this, my Saviour, was the shame That bowed Thy head so low, These were the wounds that wracked Thy frame, And made Thy tears to flow. 7 O may I in Thy sorrow share, And mourn that sins of mine Should ever wound with grief or care That loving heart of Thine. Amen.
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Welcome, sweet day of rest

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts Appears in 766 hymnals
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Come, Holy Spirit, come

Author: Rev. Joseph Hart Appears in 542 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, come Let Thy bright beams arise; Dispel the darkness from our minds, And open all our eyes. 2 Cheer our desponding hearts, Thou heavenly Paraclete; Give us to lie with humble hope At our Redeemer's feet. 3 Revive our drooping faith, Our doubts and fears remove, And kindle in our breast the flame Of never-dying love. 4 Convince us of our sin, Then lead to Jesus' blood, And to our wondering view reveal The secret love of God. 5 'Tis Thine to cleanse the heart, To sanctify the soul, To pour fresh life on every part, And new-create the whole. 6 Dwell therefore in our hearts, Our minds from bondage free; Then we shall know, and praise, and love The Father, Son, and Thee. Amen.
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Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove

Author: Rev. Isaac Watts Appears in 1,221 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys; Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours. Amen.
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Come Thou Fount of every blessing

Author: Rev. Robert Robinson Appears in 2,214 hymnals
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Come, Thou long expected Jesus

Author: Rev. Charles Wesley Appears in 751 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come, Thou long-expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free; From our fears and sins release us, Let us find our rest in thee. 1 Israel's strength and Consolation, Hope of all the earth Thou art; Dear Desire of every nation, Joy of every longing heart. 3 Born Thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 4 By Thine own eternal Spirit, Rule in all our hearts alone; By Thine all-sufficient merit Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
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Come to our poor nature's night

Author: George Rawson Appears in 71 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Come to our poor nature's night With Thy blessed inward light, Holy Ghost the Infinite, Comforter Divine. 2 We are sinful -- cleanse us, Lord; Sick and faint, Thy strength afford; Lost, until by Thee restored, Comforter Divine. 3 Orphans are our souls, and poor; Give us from Thy heavenly store Faith, love, joy for evermore, Comforter Divine. 4 Like the dew Thy peace distill; Guide, subdue our wayward will, Things of Christ unfolding still, Comforter Divine. 5 Gentle, awful, Holy Guest, Make Thy temple in each breast; There Thy presence be confessed, Comforter Divine. 6 With us, for us, intercede, And with voiceless groanings plead Our unutterable need, Comforter Divine. 7 In us, "Abba, Father," cry; Earnest of the bliss on high, Seal of immortality, Comforter Divine. 8 Search for us the depths of God; Upwards, by the starry road, Bear us to Thy high abode, Comforter Divine. Amen.
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Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish

Author: Thomas Moore; Thomas Hastings Appears in 1,060 hymnals
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Come, ye faithful, raise the strain

Author: John of Damascus, 8th cent.; Rev. John M. Neale Appears in 379 hymnals

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