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The good Physician

Appears in 326 hymnals First Line: How lost was my condition Lyrics: 1 How lost was my condition, Till Jesus made me whole! There is but one Physician Can cure a sin-sick soul! At death's dark door he found me, And snatch'd me from the grave, To tell to all around me, His wondrous power to save. 2 The worst of all diseases Is light, compar'd with sin; On ev'ry part it seizes, But rages most within. 'Tis palsy, plague, and fever, And madness, all combin'd; And none but a believer The least relief can find. 3 From men great skill professing, I thought a cure to gain; But this prov'd more distressing, And added to my pain. Some said that nothing ail'd me, Some gave me up for lost; Thus ev'ry refuge fail'd me, And all my hopes were cross'd. 4 At length this great Physician, (How matchless is his grace!) Accepted my petition, And undertook my case: First gave me sight to view him, For sin my eyes had seal'd; Then bid me look unto him; I look'd, and I was heal'd. 5 A dying, risen Jesus, Seen by the eye of faith; From every danger frees us, And saves the soul from death. Come then to this Physician, His help he'll freely give; He makes no hard condition, 'Tis only look, and live.

Saul's Armour

Appears in 21 hymnals First Line: When first my soul enlisted Lyrics: 1 When first my soul enlisted, My Savior's foes to fight, Mistaken friends insisted, I was not arm'd aright: So Saul declar'd to David, He certainly would fail; Nor could his life be saved, Without a coat of mail. 2 But David tho' he yielded, To put the armour on, Soon found he could not wield it, And ventur'd forth with none: With only sling and pebble, He fought the fight of faith; The weapon seem'd but feeble, Yet prov'd Goliah's death. 3 Had I by him been guided, And quickly thrown away The armour men provided, I might have gain'd the day; But arm'd as they advis'd me, My expectations fail'd; The enemy surpris'd me, And had almost prevail'd. 4 Furnish'd with books and notions, And arguments and pride, I practis'd all my motions, And Satan's pow'r defy'd; But soon perceiv'd with trouble That these would do no good; Iron to them is stubble, And brass like rotten wood. 5 I triumph'd at a distance, While he was out of sight; But faint was my resistance When forc'd to join in fight: He broke my sword in shivers, And pierc'd my boasted shield, Laugh'd at my vain endeavours, And drove me from the field. 6 Satan will not be braved By such a worm as I; Then let me learn with David To trust in the Most High; To plead the name of Jesus, And use the sling of pray'r; Thus arm'd, when Satan sees us, He'll tremble and despair.

Lovest Thou Me?

Appears in 278 hymnals First Line: 'Tis a point I long to know Lyrics: 1 'Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought, Do I love the Lord, or no; Am I his, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his name. 3 [Could my heart so hard remain, Prayer a task and burden prove, Every trifle give me pain, If I knew a Saviour's love? 4 When I turn my eyes within, All is dark, and vain, and wild, Fill'd with unbelief and sin, Can I deem myself a child?] 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You who love the Lord indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall; Should I grieve at what I feel, If I did not love at all? 7 [Could I joy his saints to meet, Choose the way I once abhorr'd; Find, at times, the promise sweet If I did not love the Lord? 8 Lord, decide the doubtful case! Thou who art the people's sun; Since upon thy work of grace, If it be indeed begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to-day.

Penitential Prayer

Appears in 10 hymnals First Line: With conscious guilt and bleeding heart Lyrics: 1 With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, Near to thy throne of grace I fly; O! Friend of friendless sinners, deign To hear my penitential cry. 2 Borne down with sin's tremendous load, I cannot raise my soul to thee; E'en when I would approach thy throne, Through unbelief I'm kept away. 3 O! sov'reign, gracious, pow'rful God, Compel my sins to quit their seat: And cloth'd with Jesus' finish'd robe, I'll dare approach my Saviour's feet. 4 My first, my only cry shall be, "Thy sanctifying grace impart, "And form my soul alike to thee, "And dwell forever in my heart." 5 Then, when I quit this vale of tears, Uncloth'd with flesh my soul shall rise; Adorn'd with ev'ry shining grace, Shall reign with God above the skies.

Private Devotion

Appears in 1 hymnal First Line: Tell me, ye happy, happy few Lyrics: 1 Tell me, ye happy, happy few, What is the theme that suits you best? Do you advert to native worth, Or build your hopes on duties past? 2 If you are blind, and poor, and lost, Speak ye of light, and joy, and peace? "O yes (methinks you all reply) "Sinners alone will bow to grace." 3 Christ is the theme, the only theme, Of all the ransom'd heirs of God; His life alone the law fulfill'd, And saints were purchas'd with his blood. 4 How sweet the moments glide away When Jesus deigns to be a guest; When humble souls their joys reveal, And lean, enraptur'd, on his breast. 5 Like drops of water, pure and free, We mingle all our joys and fears; The gloom of conscious guilt recedes, And hope looks smiling through our tears.

Penitential Sighs

Appears in 28 hymnals First Line: Father, at thy call I come Lyrics: 1 Father, at thy call I come; In thy bosom there is room For a guilty soul to hide, Press'd with grief on ev'ry side. 2 Here I'll make my piteous moan; Thou canst understand a groan: Here my sins and sorrows tell; What I feel thou knowest well. 3 Ah! how foolish I have been, To obey the voice of sin, To forget thy love to me, And to break my vows to thee. 4 Darkness fills my trembling soul, Floods of sorrow o'er me roll: Pity, Father, pity me; All my hope's alone in thee. 5 But may such a wretch as I, Self-condemn'd, and doom'd to die, Ever hope to be forgiv'n, And be smil'd upon by Heav'n! 6 May I round thee cling and twine, Call myself a child of thine, And presume to claim a part In a tender Father's heart? 7 Yes, I may, for I espy Pity trickling from thine eye: 'Tis a Father's bowels move, Move with pardon, and with love. 8 Well I do remember too, What his love hath deign'd to do; How he sent a Saviour down, All my follies to atone. 9 Has my Elder Brother died? And is justice satisfied? Why,O why, should I despair Of my Father's tender care.

Humble Trust

Appears in 43 hymnals First Line: Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? Lyrics: 1 Lord, didst thou die, but not for me? Am I forbid to trust thy blood? Hast thou not pardon rich and free, Seal'd in the kind atoning flood? 2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul From thee to regions of despair? Who has survey'd the sacred roll, And found my name not written there? 3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound, To limit mercy's sovereign reign; What other happy souls have found, I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain. 4 I own my guilt, my sins confess; Can men or devils make them more? Of crimes, already numberless, Vain the attempt to swell the score. 5 Were the black list before my sight, While I remember thou hast dy'd, 'Twould only urge my speedier flight To seek salvation at thy side. 6 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down, To thee reveal my guilt and fear; And, if thou spurn me from thy throne, I'll be the first who perish there.

Religion is the chief concern

Appears in 255 hymnals Lyrics: 1 Religion is the chief concern Of mortals here below; May all its great importance learn, Its sovereign virtue know. 2 More needful this, than glittering wealth, Or aught the world bestows; Not reputation, food, or health Can give us such repose. 3 Religion should our thoughts engage, Amidst our youthful bloom, 'Twill fist us for declining age, And for the awful tomb. 4 O may my heart, by grace renew'd, Be my Redeemer's throne; And be my stubborn will subdu'd, His government to own! 5 Let deep repentance, faith, and love, Be join'd with godly fear; And all our conversation prove My heart to be sincere. 6 Preserve me from the snares of sin, through my remaining days; And in me let each virtue shine To my Redeemer's praise. 7 Let lively hope my soul inspire; Let warm affections rise; And may I wait with strong desire, To mount above the skies.

A Throne of Grace

Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: While journeying through this humble vale Lyrics: 1 While journeying through this humble vale, Expos'd to ev'ry adverse gale; If to the throne I could repair, I should be happy, happy there. 2 When doubts and fears my mind perplex, Or worldly things go wrong, and vex, If to the throne my soul draws near, Propitious hope removes each fear. 3 Lord, this it is which soothes my grief, And to my soul yields such relief: I cry, enraptur'd, bid me come, And near thee find my lasting home. 4 How prone to seek my good below! How much like a deceitful bow Is my false heart; though pledg'd to thee, When first I gave that heart away. 5 O never, never can I find Such joy and transport to the mind, As when my ardent soul descry'd The glories of the Man who dy'd. 6 The robe my legal soul had wrought With pray'rs and tears, appear'd as nought: One view, O Saviour, of thy love, Forever fix'd my hopes above. 7 There let them firm forever rest, With still increasing radiance blest; Till death dissolves this mortal band, And I arrive in Canaan's land.

Complaining

Appears in 68 hymnals First Line: I would, but cannot sing Lyrics: 1 I would, but cannot sing, I would, but cannot pray; For satan meets me when I try, And frights my soul away. 2 I would, but can't repent, Tho' I endeavour oft; This stony heart can ne'er relent Till Jesus makes it soft. 3 I would, but cannot love, Tho' woo'd by love divine; No arguments have pow'r to move A soul so base as mine. 4 I would, but cannot rest In God's most holy will; I know what he appoints is best, Yet murmur at it still. 5 O could I but believe! Then all would easy be; I would but cannot – Lord, relieve; My help must come from thee! 6 But if indeed I would, Though I can nothing do; Yet the desire is something good, For which my praise is due. 7 By nature prone to ill, Till thine appointed hour, I was as destitute of will, As now I am of power. 8 Wilt thou not crown at length The work thou hast begun? And with a will, afford me strength In all thy ways to run?