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Father! at thy call I come

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #256 (1828) Meter: Irregular 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 every side. 2 Darkness fills my trembling soul; Floods of sorrow o'er me roll; Pity, Father! pity me; All my hope's alone in thee. 3 But may such a wretch as I,-- Self-condemn'd and doom'd to die,-- Ever hope to be forgiven, And be smil'd upon by heaven? 4 Yes, I may! for I espy Pity trickling from thine eye: 'Tis a Father's bowels move,-- Move with pardon and with love. 5 Well I do remember, too, What his love hath deign'd to do; How he sent a Saviour down, All my follies to atone. 6 Has my elder brother died? And is justice satisfied? Why,--oh, why--should I despair Of my Father's tender care? Topics: Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence; Penitential Sighs

Penitential Sighs

Author: Dr. S. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCLXX (1792) 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 every 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 forgiven, And be smil'd upon by heaven? 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 savior 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? Topics: Graces of the Spirit Repentance; Penitent sighs Languages: English

Penitential Sighs

Hymnal: Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects #VII (1790) 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. Languages: English