DEPTH of mercy, can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
2 I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.
3 Kindled His relentings are;
Me He now delights to spare;
Cries, "How shall I give Thee up?"
Lets the lifted thunder drop.
4 There for me the Saviour stands,
Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is love: I know, I feel;
Jesus lives and loves me still.
JESUS, Jesus! visit me;
How my soul longs after Thee!
When, my best, my dearest friend!
Shall our separation end?
2 Lord! my longings never cease;
Without Thee I find no peace;
'Tis my constant cry to Thee,-
Jesus, Jesus! visit me.
3 Come, inhabit then my heart;
Purge its sin, and heal its smart;
See, I ever cry to Thee,-
Jesus, Jesus! visit me.
4 Patiently I wait Thy day;
For this gift alone I pray,
That, when death shall visit me,
Thou my light and life wilt be.
Johann Scheffler 1657
Tr. by Robinson Potter Dunn 1858
My gracious Lord, I own Thy right
To every service I can pay,
And call it my supreme delight
To hear Thy dictates and obey.
2 What is my being but for Thee,
Its sure support, its noblest end,
Thine ever-smiling face to see,
And serve the cause of such a friend! 3 'Tis to my Saviour I would live,
To Him who for my ransom died;
Nor could the bowers of Eden give
Such bliss as blossoms at His side.
4 His work my hoary age shall bless,
When youthful vigor is no more;
And my last hour of life confess
His dying love, His saving power.
Philip Doddridge 1740
447
LORD, I am Thine, entirely Thine,
Purchased and saved by blood divine;
With full consent Thine I would be,
And own Thy sovereign right in me.
2 Grant one poor sinner more a place,
Among the children of Thy grace;
A wretched sinner, lost to God,
But ransomed by Immanuel's blood.
JESUS, our best beloved friend,
Draw out our souls in pure desire;
Jesus, in love to us descend,
Baptize us with Thy Spirit's fire. 2 Our souls and bodies we resign, To fear and follow Thy commands; O take our hearts, our hearts are Thine, Accept the service of our hands. 3 Firm, faithful, watching unto prayer, May we Thy blessed will obey; Toil in Thy vineyard here, and bear The heat and burden of the day. 4 Yet, Lord, for us a resting-place,
In heaven, at Thy right hand prepare; And till we see Thee face to face, Be all our conversation there.
Jesus, Shepherd of the sheep, Who Thy Father's flock dost keep, Safe we wake and safe we sleep, Guarded still by Thee.
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