3 Jesus is here; He waits to bless;

Paid is the debt, and finished quite
The mighty work-then look and live!
Thou wouldst be saved-why not to-night?

4 The loving Saviour waiteth still;

And wilt thou thus His love requite?
Renounce at once thy stubborn will;
Thou wouldst be saved-why not to-night?

5 Oh, think what He has done for thee,
Such matchless love no longer slight;
To Him this hour for mercy flee :

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Thou wouldst be saved-why not to-night?

J. T. Wigner.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 109.

PEN my eyes, O Lord, to see
My lost and wretched state;

Show me my guilt and misery
While at Thy feet I wait.

2 Help me to hear the dying groans
Of Jesus on the tree :

"This blood for all thy sin atones-
"Tis finished'-all for thee."

3 Oh, how can I neglect such love,
So freely shown to me,

In Jesus dying on the cross,
From sin to set me free?

4 I know there's no escape for me,
If I should still deny

My Lord, who bled on Calvary,
To raise my soul on high.

5 Dear Saviour, now to Thee I fly
From slavery and guilt;

My hopes, my all on Thee rely—
Thy blood for me was spilt.

E. P. Hammond.

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I'm thinking of my sins,

What wicked things I've done,

How very sinful I have been,
Although I am so young.

2 How wicked is my heart;

How can I be forgiven?

Should I with earth be called to part,
How could I sing in heaven?

C.M.

S.M.

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But Jesus He has died
For little ones like me;
He on the cross was crucified,
From sin to set me free.

With all my load of sin
I'll go to Jesus' feet;

I'll tell Him all-how bad I've been,-
His mercy I'll entreat.

I know my prayer He'll hear,
He'll fill my heart with love,
He'll drive away my guilty fear,
And take me home above.

E. P. Hammond.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No 111.

SIN

INFUL, sighing to be blest;
Bound, and longing to be free;
Weary, waiting for my rest:
"God be merciful to me !"

2 Holiness I've none to plead,
Sinfulness in all I see ;

I can only bring my need:
"God be merciful to me!"

3 Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to Thee;
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs:
"God be merciful to me !"

4 There is One beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone:
"God be merciful to me !"
5 He my cause will undertake,
My interpreter will be;
He's my all, and for His sake,
"God be merciful to me ! "
Dr. J. S. B. Monsell.

7's.

Jesus lives, He lives, and loves me still.

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 There for me the Saviour stands,

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Shows His wounds, and spreads His hands;
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus lives, and loves me still.

I've a very wicked heart,

Full of sin in every part.

Dear Jesus, bear me;
Oh, listen to шy prayer!

2 I can never make it good;

Wilt Thou wash me in Thy blood?
Jesus, Saviour, pity me;

Hear me when I pray to Thee !
3 When I try to do Thy will,
Sin is in my bosom still,

And I soon do something bad;
Then my heart is dark and sad.
4 Now I come to Thee for aid,
All my hope on Thee is stayed;
Thou hast bled and died for me,
I will give myself to Thee.

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HAT shall I do with Jesus,"
The Christ who may be mine?

Accept Him as my Saviour,
Or spurn the gift Divine?
His only Son God gave me―
I must, I do decide;

And Christ I take to save me,
Or Christ is now denied.

"What shall I do with Jesus?
I'll give my heart to Jesus!
Upon the tree on Calvary
He gave His life for me.

"What shall I do with Jesus,"
The precious Lamb of God?
I cast my soul upon Him,
He bathes it in His blood;

7's.

7.6.

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I'll gratefully confess Him
Before the vile and just;

My ransomed powers shall bless Him,
My sure and only trust.

"What shall I do with Jesus?"

For Him the cross I 'll take;
All earthly losses suffer,

Ere I the Lord forsake.
In scenes of joy and sighing,
His love shall be the same;
While living and in dying,
I'll glory in His name.

Dr. S. D. Phelps.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 115.

SHAI

HALL Jesus suffer death for me,
That I might never die,

And I not long His face to see,

Nor to His bosom fly?

C.M.

I'll go to Him, I'll go to Him, I'll go without delay;
I'll follow Him, I'll follow Him, to bright and endless day.

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2 Shall Jesus call and wait for me,

His arms extended wide,

And I refuse His child to be,

Nor in His bosom hide?

3 Shall Jesus open wide the gate
And bid me enter in,

And I despise His love so great,
And perish in my sin?

4 No to my Lord I'll go to-day,
Take refuge in His love;

I'll cling to Him while here I stay,
Then find a home above.

TUNE-Sacred Songs and Solos, No. 54.

IAM coming to the cross,

I am poor, and weak, and blind;

I am counting all but dross,

I shall full salvation find.

7's.

I am trusting, Lord, in Thee, blessed Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow; save me, Jesus, save me now.
2 Long my heart has sighed for Thee,
Long has evil reigned within ;

Jesus sweetly speaks to me,

"I will cleanse you from all sin."

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3 Here I give my all to Thee

Friends, and time, and earthly store,
Soul and body-Thine to be,

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Wholly Thine for evermore.

W. McDonald.

TUNE-Songs of Love and Mercy, No. 117.

BRING my sins to Thee,

The sins I cannot count,

That all may cleansed be,

In Thy once opened fount,

I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
The burden is too great for me.

My heart to Thee I bring,
The heart I cannot read,
A faithless, wandering thing,
An evil heart indeed.

I bring it, Saviour, now to Thee,
That fixed and faithful it may be.

To Thee I bring my care,

The care I cannot flee;
Thou wilt not only share,
But bear it all for me.

O loving Saviour, now to Thee
I bring the load that wearies me.

My joys to Thee I bring,

The joys Thy love hath given,
That each may be a wing

To lift me nearer heaven.

I bring them, Saviour, all to Thee,
For Thou hast purchased all for me.

My life I bring to Thee,

I would not be my own;

O Saviour, let me be

Thine ever, Thine alone!

My heart, my life, my all, I bring

To Thee, my Saviour and my King.

6 6 6.6. 8.8.

Miss F. R. Havergal.

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LAY my sins on Jesus,

The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all and frees us
From the accursèd load.

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