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Jesus, to thee I make my moan

Hymnal: Hymns, etc. #A5 (1787) Topics: Prayer for Fruitfulness Languages: English
Jesus, to thee I make my moan
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Praying for Fruitfulness

Author: Hart Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #875 (1844) Meter: 8.8.8.8 First Line: Jesus, to thee I make my moan Lyrics: 1 Jesus, to thee I make my moan; My doleful tale I tell to thee; For thou canst help, and thou alone, A lifeless lump of sin like me. 2 Fain would I find increase of faith; Fain would I see fresh graces bloom; But ah! my heart’s a barren heath, Blasted with cold, and black with gloom. 3 True, thou hast kindly given me light; I know what Christians ought to be; But did the blind receive their sight Nothing but dismal things to see? 4 Though winter waste the earth awhile, Spring soon revives the verdant meads; The ripening fields in summer smile, And autumn with rich crops succeeds; 5 But I from month to month complain; I feel no warmth; no fruits I see; I look for life, but dead remain: ’Tis winter all the year with me. 6 [Yet sin’s rank weeds within me live; Barrenness is not all I bear; I do not so for nothing grieve: Alas! there’s worse than nothing there.] 7 Still on thy promise I’ll rely, From whom alone my fruit is found, Until the Spirit from on high Enrich the dry and barren ground. Languages: English
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