Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 451 - 500

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Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 451 – 500

Sacred Songs and Solos Hymns 451 – 500. This is S S & S, otherwise known as Sacred Songs and Solos. It is a collection of spiritual worship hymns and songs for churches. Students use it in their assembly in many Christian schools.

S S & S songs are up to 1,000 hymns and counting. For the sake of convenience, we are splitting them into hundreds.

SS & S 451 Where hast thou built thine house,

Thy soul’s eternal dwelling ?

Upon the treacherous sands of sin,

‘Mid floods and tempests swelling ?

Oh, build upon the Rock—-the only sure

foundation ;

On Christ alone, the Corner-stone, the Rock

of our salvation !

What wilt thou do when storms

Upon thy house are beating ? [sands

When from beneath, the treacherous

That held thee are retreating ?

Wait not until the floods,

With final shock appalling,

Shall come——and thou canst never save

Thy ruined house from falling.

SS & S 452 ” Almost persuaded ” now to believe ;

” Almost persuaded ” Christ to receive ;

Seems now some soul to say,

” Go, Spirit, go Thy way,

Some more convenient day

On Thee I’ll call.”

” Almost persuaded,” come, come to-day;

” Almost persuaded,” turn not away ;

Jesus invites you here,

Angels are lingering near,

Prayers rise from hearts so dear;

O wanderer, come !

” Almost persuaded,” harvest is past !

” Almost persuaded,” doom comes at last !

” Almost ” cannot avail ;

” Almost ” is but to fail !

Sad, sad, that bitter wail—-

” Almost—–but lost !”

SS & S 453 No longer wait, my brother; even now

God’s Spirit seeks an entrance to your heart ;

Come to the cross, and to the Saviour bow ;

Unbar the door: make haste, lest He depart.

O sinner, come to Christ, the living Way ;

Still He is pleading, why not come to-day ?

No longer wait, O sad and troubled soul,

His pardoning grace He offers free to all ;

O weary one, that grace will make you whole :

Oh, why not hear the loving Saviour’s call ?

No longer wait; the Lord your God hath said,

” I will not strive for ever with your heart ” ;

Oh come, ere yet the spark of life has fled,

And thou hast failed to choose the better part.

SS & S 454 If Jesus should call you to-day, dear friend,

To stand at His Judgment-seat,

And you knew that this hour your

life would end,

Would the summons be sad or sweet ?

Oh, would . . you be ready . . .

If Jesus should call you to-day ? . .

Oh, would . . you be ready, . . .

Be ready His call to obey ? . .

If Jesus should call you to-day, to-day,

Oh, what would your answer be ?

Could you with rejoicing His voice obey,

Be glad His dear face to see ?

Oh, would you be ready to lay life down,

If Jesus should come to-day?

Would you know there awaiteth for you a crown

That never shall fade away ?

Be ready, be ready ! you know not when

The summons to you may come.

When you shall be missed from the

haunts of men,

And enter your final doom.

SS & S 455 Make room for Jesus ! room, sad heart !

Beguiled and sick of sin ;

Bid every alien guest depart,

Arise, and let Him in !

Make room, sad heart ! make room ! make room !

Bid alien guests depart !

Oh, let the Master in, sad heart !

Arise, and let Him in !

Make room for Jesus ! room ! make room !

His hand is at the door ;

He comes to banish guilt and gloom,

And bless thee more and more.

Make room for Jesus ! soul of mine :

He waits response to-day ;

His smile is peace, His grace divine;

Oh, turn Him not away !

Make room for Jesus ! By and by,

‘Mid saints and seraphim,

He’ll welcome to His throne on high

The soul that welcomed Him.

SS & S 456 Return, O wanderer, now return !

And seek thy Father’s face !

Those new desires which in thee bum

Were kindled by His grace.

Return ! Return !

Return, O wanderer, now return !

He hears thy humble sigh ;

He sees thy softened spirit mourn

When no one else is nigh. —–Return !

Return, O wanderer, now return !

Thy Saviour bids thee live ;

Go to His bleeding feet, and learn

How freely He’ll forgive. —-Return !

Return, O wanderer, now return,

And wipe the falling tear !

Thy Father calls—–no longer mourn :

His love invites thee near. —–Return !

SS & S 457 Hasten, sinner, to be wise !

Stay not for the morrow’s sun ;

Wisdom, if you still despise,

Harder is it to be won.

Hasten, mercy to implore !

Stay not for the morrow’s sun ;

Lest thy season should be o’er,

Ere this evening’s stage be run.

Hasten, sinner, to return !

Stay not for the morrow’s sun,

Lest thy lamp should fail to burn

Ere salvation’s work is done.

Hasten, sinner, to be blest !

Stay not for the morrow’s sun,

Lest perdition thee arrest,

Ere the morrow is begun.

SS & S 458 Come to Jesus, ye who wander

Far from hope, and peace, and rest ;

Scorned, neglected, and forsaken,

Sorrowful, and sore distrest.

Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus !

Hark ! the Spirit whispers, ” Come ! ”

Come to Jesus ! Come to Jesus !

Hark ! the Spirit whispers, ” Come ! ”

Come to Jesus ! He hath loved you

With a deep, abounding love ;

And His heart of tenderest pity

Needs no sacrifice to move.

Come! oh come! the Master waiteth:

” Come ! ” the longing Bride doth say :

” Come ! ” He tarries whilst we linger :

He hath borne our sins away.

SS & S 459 O souls in darkness groping,

And longing for the light,

Believe ye that the Saviour

Can give the blind their sight ?

Oh, look to Jesus only, with Him is love and might;

Believe that He is able to lead you into light.

Of old He had compassion,

The Lord of life and love,

And He is ” that same Jesus,”

Enthroned in light above.

He claims your faith undoubting ;

” Believe ye ! ” is His word :

Was ever voice so tender

By weary mortal heard ?

And now that Christ is able

His promise to fulfil,

Oh, cast yourselves upon Him,

And say, ” I know He will ! ”

SS & S 460 The Spirit, O sinner, in mercy doth move

Thy heart so long hardened, of sin to reprove ;

Resist not the Spirit, nor longer delay ;

God’s gracious entreaties may end with to-day.

O child of the kingdom, from sin’s

service cease ;

Be filled with the Spirit, with comfort and peace.

Oh, grieve not the Spirit——thy Teacher is He—–

That Jesus thy Saviour may glorified be.

Denied is the temple, its beauty laid low,

On God’s holy altar the embers faint glow

By love yet rekindled, a flame may

be fanned ;

Oh, quench not the Spirit, the Lord is at hand !

SS & S 461 How solemn are the words,

And yet to faith how plain,

Which Jesus uttered while on earth——

” Ye must be born again ! ”

For so hath God decreed ;

No reformation will suffice—–

‘Tis life poor sinners need.

” Ye must be born again ! ”

And life in Christ must have ;

In vain the soul may elsewhere go—-

‘Tis He alone can save.

” Ye must be born again ! ”

Or never enter heaven ;

‘Tis only blood-washed ones are there—–

The ransomed and forgiven.

SS & S 462 Oh, hear my cry, be gracious now to me,

Come, Great Deliverer, come !

My soul, bowed down, is longing now for Thee,

Come, Great Deliverer, come !

I’ve wandered far away o’er mountains cold,

I’ve wandered far away from home ;

Oh, take me now, and bring me to Thy fold,

Come, Great Deliverer, come !

I have no place, no shelter from the night,

One look from Thee would give me life and light,

My path is lone, and weary are my feet,

Mine eyes look up Thy loving smile to meet,

Thou wilt not spurn contrition’s broken sigh ;

Regard my prayer, and hear my humble cry,

SS & S 463 Afflictions, though they seem severe,

In mercy oft are sent ;

They stopped the prodigal’s career,

And caused him to repent.

” I’ll not pine here for bread,

I’ll not pine here for bread,” he cries ;

” Nor starve in foreign lands :

My father’s house has large supplies,

And bounteous are his hands.”

” What have I gained by sin,” he said,

” But hunger, shame, and fear ?

My father’s house abounds in bread,

While I am starving here ! ”

” I’ll go and tell him all I’ve done,

Fall down before his face ;

Unworthy to be called his son,

I’ll seek a servant’s place.”

His father saw him coming back ;

He saw, he ran, he smiled,

And threw his arms around the neck

Of his rebellious child !

” O father, I have sinned—–forgive ! ”

“Enough ! ” the father said :

” Rejoice, my house ; my son’s alive,

For whom I mourned as dead ! ”

‘Tis thus the Lord His love reveals,

To call poor sinners home ;

More than a father’s love He feels,

And welcomes all that come.

SS & S 464 Take me, O my Father, take me !

Take me, save me, through Thy Son ;

That which Thou wouldst have me, make me,

Let Thy will in me be done,

Long from Thee my footsteps straying,

Thorny proved the way I trod ;

Weary come I now, and praying,

Take me to Thy love, my God !

Fruitless years with grief recalling,

Humbly I confess my sin ;

At Thy feet, O Father, falling,

To Thy household take me in.

Freely now to Thee I proffer

This repenting heart of mine ;

Freely life and soul I offer,

Gift unworthy love like Thine.

Once the world’s Redeemer, dying,

Bare our sins upon the tree ;

On that Sacrifice relying,

Now I look in hope to Thee :

Father, take me ! all forgiving,

Fold me to Thy loving breast ;

In Thy love for ever living,

I must be for ever blest !

SS & S 465 Hast thou no room within thy heart,

Where Jesus may abide ?

And canst thou say to Him, Depart

Who for thee bled and died ?

Oh yes, there’s room within my heart,

There’s room, O Lord, for Thee :

Come in, and never more depart :

Come in ; abide with me

No room for Him whose glory light,

In lowly manger laid,

Shone forth in heavenly mansions bright,

Before the worlds were made !

I will, O Lord, unbar the door !

No longer stand outside ;

But come within, and evermore

In my poor heart abide.

Abide with me ; through all my days

Thy presence be my light ;

Then shall my mouth show forth Thy praise,

And I shall walk aright.

When comes at last the Judgment-day,

And I Thy face shall see,

What joy supreme to hear Thee say,

” Come in ! there’s room for thee.”

SS & S 466 Oh, tender and sweet was the Master’s voice

As He lovingly called to me :

” Come over the line ! it is only a

Step—-

I am waiting, My child, for thee ! ”

” Over the line ! ” Hear the sweet refrain !

Angels are chanting the heavenly strain !

” Over the line ” —–why should I remain,

With a step between me and Jesus ?

” But my sins are many, my faith is small : ”

Lo ! the answer came quick and clear :

” Thou needest not trust in thyself at all;

Step over the line : I am here ! ”

” But my flesh is weak,” I tearfully

” And the way I cannot see ; [said,

I fear if I try I may sadly fail,

And thus may dishonour Thee ! ”

Ah, the world is cold, and I cannot go back ;

Press forward I surely must :

I will place my hand in His wounded palm,

Step over the line, and trust,

” Over the line ! ” Hear the sweet refrain !

Angels are chanting the heavenly strain !

” Over the line ” I will not remain ;

I’ll cross it and go to Jesus !

SS & S 467 I come, O blessed Lord, to Thee I come to-day ;

I am no longer satisfied to stay away.

I will not wait until my life like Thine shall grow ;

I’ll come at once——I know I’ve sinned : I’ll tell Thee so.

It is enough for me to know Thou wilt receive

And cleanse my heart from every sin if I believe.

Help me that I forget myself in loving Thee ;

And let Thine image on my heart reflected be.

Oh, take me, Saviour crucified, and let me prove

That those who most have been forgiven have most of love.

SS & S 468 Jesus, I will trust Thee,

Trust Thee with my soul :

Guilty, lost, and helpless,

Thou canst make me whole.

There is none in heaven

Or on earth like Thee :

Thou hast died for sinners—-

Therefore, Lord, for me.

In Thy love confiding,

I will seek Thy face,

Worship and adore Thee

For Thy wondrous grace.

Jesus, I will trust Thee,

Trust Thee with my soul !

Guilty, lost, and helpless,

Thou canst make me whole.

Jesus, I can trust Thee,

Trust Thy written Word ;

Since Thy voice of mercy

I have often heard.

When Thy Spirit teacheth,

To my taste how sweet !

Only may I hearken,

Sitting at Thy feet.

Jesus, I do trust Thee,

Trust Thee without doubt ;

” Whosoever cometh ”

Thou ” wilt not cast out : ”

Faithful is Thy promise,

Precious is Thy blood—-

These my soul’s salvation,

Thou my Saviour God !

SS & S 469 Like a bird on the deep, far away from its nest,

I had wandered, my Saviour, from Thee ;

But Thy kind, loving voice called me

home to Thy breast,

And I knew there was welcome for me !

Welcome for me, Saviour, from Thee I

A welcome, glad welcome for me !

Now, like a dove, I rest in Thy love,

And find a sweet refuge in Thee.

I am safe in the Ark; I have folded

my wings

On the bosom of mercy Divine ;

I am filled with delight by Thy

presence so bright,

And the joy that will ever be mine.

Now in Jesus I rest, and I dread not the storm,

Though around me the surges may roll ;

I will look to the skies, where the day

never dies,

I will sing of the joy in my soul.

SS & S 470 Christ is knocking at my sad heart ;

Shall I let Him in ?

Patiently knocking at my sad heart,

Oh, shall I let Him in ?

Cold and proud is my heart with sin ;

Dark and cheerless is all within:

Christ is bidding me turn unto Him;

Oh, shall I let Him in ?

Shall I send Him the loving word ?

Shall I let Him in ?

Meekly accepting my gracious Lord,

Oh, shall I let Him in ?

He can infinite love impart ;

He can pardon this rebel heart :

Shall I bid Him for ever depart,——

Or shall I let Him in ?

Yes, I’ll open this proud heart’s door ;

I will let Him in !

Gladly I’ll welcome Him evermore,

Oh yes, I’ll let Him in !

Blessed Saviour, abide with me ;

Cares and trials will lighter be ;

I am safe if I’m only with Thee ;

Come in, O Lord, come in !

SS & S 471 I’ve wandered far away from God :

Now I’m coming home ;

The paths of sin too long I’ve trod :

Lord, I’m coming home.

Coming home, coming home, nevermore to roam ;

By Thy grace I will be Thine : Lord, I’m coming home

I’ve wasted many precious years :

Now I’m coming home ;

I now repent with bitter tears :

Lord, I’m coming home.

I’m tired of sin and straying, Lord :

Now I’m coming home ;

I’ll trust Thy love, believe Thy word :

Lord, I’m coming home.

My soul is sick, my heart is sore :

Now I’m coming home ;

My strength renew, my hope restore :

Lord, I’m coming home.

SS & S 472 Like wandering sheep o’er mountains cold,

Since all have gone astray;

To ” Life ” and peace within the fold,

How may I find the Way ?

“I … am the Way, . . . the Truth, . . . and the Life ; . . .

No man cometh unto the Father but by Me.

I … am the Way, … the Truth, . . . and the Life ; . . .

No man cometh unto the Father but by Me.”

Bewildered oft with doubt and care,

To God I fain would go ;

But while they cry, ” Lo here ! lo there ! ”

The Truth how may I know ?

To Christ—-the Way, the Truth, the Life—-

I come, no more to roam ;

He’ll guide me to my ” Father’s house,”

To my Eternal home.

SS & S 473 Just as I am——without one plea,

But that Thy blood was shed for me,

And that Thou bidd’st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come !

Just as I am—poor, wretched, blind,

Sight, riches, healing of the mind ;

Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, 1 come !

Just as I am—–Thou wilt receive,

Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve :

Because thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come !

Just as I am—-Thy love unknown

Has broken every barrier down :

Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come !

SS & S 474 Once more, my soul, thy Saviour, through the Word,

Is offered full and free ;

And now, O Lord, I must, I must decide :

Shall I accept of Thee ?

I will ! . . I will ! . . I will ! God helping me

I will, O Lord, be Thine !

Thy precious blood was shed to purchase me–

I will be wholly Thine !

2 By grace I will Thy mercy now receive,

Thy love my heart hath won :

On Thee, O Christ, I will, I will believe,

And trust in Thee alone !

Thou knowest, Lord, how very’ weak I am,

And how I fear to stray ;

For strength to serve I look to Thee alone—-

The strength Thou must supply !

And now, O Lord, give all with us today

The grace to join our song ;

And from the heart to gladly with us say :

” I will to Christ belong ! ”

To all who came, when Thou wast here below

And said, ” O Lord, wilt Thou ? ”

To them, ” I will ! ” was ever Thy reply :

We rest upon it now.

SS & S 475 I hear Thy welcome voice

That calls me, Lord, to Thee,

For cleansing in Thy precious blood

That flowed on Calvary.

I am coming, Lord !

Coming now to Thee !

Wash me, cleanse me, in the blood

That flowed on Calvary.

Though coming weak and vile,

Thou dost my strength assure ;

Thou dost my vileness fully cleanse,

Till spotless all and pure.

‘Tis Jesus calls me on

To perfect faith and love,

To perfect hope, and peace, and trust

For earth and heaven above.

‘Tis Jesus who confirms

The blessed work within,

By adding grace to welcomed grace

Where reigned the power of sin.

And He the witness gives

To loyal hearts and free,

That every promise is fulfilled,

If faith but brings the plea.

All hail, atoning blood !

All hail, redeeming grace !

All hail, the Gift of Christ our Lord,

Our Strength and Righteousness !

SS & S 476 Jesus, my Lord, to Thee I cry ;

Unless Thou help me, I must die:

Oh, bring Thy free salvation nigh,

And take me as I am !

And take me as I am ! And take me as I am !

My only plea—-Christ died for me ! Oh, take

me as I am !

Helpless I am, and full of guilt ;

But yet for me Thy blood was spilt,

And Thou canst make me what Thou wilt,

And take me as I am !

No preparation can I make,

My best resolves I only break,

Yet save me for Thine own name’s sake,

And take me as I am !

Behold me, Saviour, at Thy feet,

Deal with me as Thou seest meet ;

Thy work begin, Thy work complete,

But take me as I am !

SS & S 477 I am coming to the cross ;

I am poor, and weak, and blind ;

I am counting all but dross ;

I shall full salvation find.

I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,

Blessed Lamb of Calvary ;

Humbly at Thy cross I bow :

Save me, Jesus, save me now.

Long my heart has sighed for Thee,

Long has evil reigned within ;

Jesus sweetly speaks to me—-

” I will cleanse you from all sin.”

Here I give my all to Thee,

Friends, and time, and earthly store,

Soul and body Thine to be—

Wholly Thine for evermore.

Jesus comes ! He fills my soul !

Perfected in Him I am ;

I am every whit made whole ;

Glory, glory to the Lamb !

Still I’m trusting, Lord, in Thee,

Blessed Lamb of Calvary ;

Humbly at Thy cross I bow ;

Jesus saves me, saves me now !

SS & S 478 Lord, at Thy mercy-seat

Humbly I fall,

Pleading Thy promise sweet—-

Lord, hear my call :

Now let Thy work begin ;

Oh, make me pure within,

Cleanse me from every sin,

Jesus, my all !

Tears of repentant grief

Silently fall;

Help Thou mine unbelief,

Hear Thou my call !

Oh, how I pine for Thee !

This is all my hope, my plea :

Jesus has died for me—-

Jesus, my all !

Hark ! how the words of love

Tenderly fall ;

Ere in the realms above

Heard is my call !

Now every doubt has flown,

Broken my heart of stone ;

Lord, I am Thine alone :

Jesus, my all !

Still at Thy mercy-seat

Humbly I fall;

Pleading Thy promise sweet,

Heard is my call :

Faith wings my soul to Thee ;

This all my hope shall be—

Jesus has died for me,

Jesus, my all !

SS & S 479 Out in the desert, seeking, seeking,

Sinner, ’tis Jesus seeking for thee ;

Tenderly calling, calling, calling,

Hither, thou lost one, oh, come unto Me !

Jesus is calling, Jesus is calling ;

Why dost thou linger ? why tarry away ?

Come to Him quickly, say to Him gladly

” Lord, I am coming, coming to-day !”

Still He is waiting, waiting, waiting ;

Oh, what compassion beams in His eye !

Hear Him repeating, gently, gently,

Come to thy Saviour, oh, why wilt thou die ?

Lovingly pleading, pleading, pleading,

Mercy, though slighted, bears with thee yet ;

Thou canst be happy, happy, happy ;

Come ere the life-star for ever shall set.

SS & S 480 The mistakes of my life have been many,

The sins of my heart have been more,

And I scarce can see for weeping,

But I’ll knock at the open door.

I know I am weak and sinful,

It comes to me more and more ;

But when the dear Saviour shall bid me

I’ll enter the open door. [come in,

I am lowest of those who love Him,

I am weakest of those who pray ;

But I come as He has bidden,

And He will not say me nay.

My mistakes His free grace will cover,

My sins He will wash away;

And the feet that shrink and falter

Shall walk through the gates of day.

The mistakes of my life have been many,

And my spirit is sick with sin,

And I scarce can see for weeping,

But the Saviour will let me in.

SS & S 481 Lone and weary, sad and dreary,

Lord, I would Thy call obey ;

Thee believing, Christ receiving,

I would come to Thee to-day.

I am coming, I am coming,

Coming, Saviour, to be blest ;

I am coming, I am coming,

Coming, Lord, to Thee for rest !

Thou, the Holy, Meek, and Lowly,

Jesus, unto Thee I come ;

Keep me ever, let me never

From Thy blessed keeping roam.

Here abiding, in Thee hiding,

Seeks my weary soul to rest ;

Till the dawning of the morning,

When I wake among the blest.

Be Thou near me, keep and cheer me,

Through life’s dark and stormy way ;

Turn my sadness into gladness,

Turn my darkness into day.

SS & S 482 I stood outside the gate,

A poor, wayfaring child ;

Within my heart there beat

A tempest loud and wild ;

A fear oppressed my soul

That I might be too late !

And oh, I trembled sore,

And prayed outside the gate,

And prayed outside the gate.

” Oh, Mercy ! ” loud I cried,

“Now give me rest from sin ! ”

“I will ! ” a voice replied ;

And Mercy let me in :

She bound my bleeding wounds,

And soothed my heart opprest ;

She washed away my guilt,

And gave me peace and rest.

In Mercy’s guise I knew

The Saviour long abused,

Who often sought my heart,

And wept when 1 refused.

Oh, what a blest return

For all my years of sin !—-

I stood outside the gate,

And Jesus let me in.

SS & S 483 What shall I do with Jesus ?

I hear His pleading voice ;

He asks that He may enter.

And make my heart rejoice.

The hand that’s gently knocking

Bore cruel wounds for me ;

And on His brow, so holy,

The thorn-marks yet I see.

What shall I do with Jesus ?

For time is gliding by ;

What shall I do with Jesus ?

Eternity is nigh !

What shall I do with Jesus—-

The Lamb of Calvary ?

His wonderful salvation

He freely offers me :

His precious blood for cleansing,

The comfort of His love ;

The glory of His blessing,

And life with Him above.

What shall I do with Jesus,

The King upon His throne ?

He claims my full allegiance,

Redeemed me for His own.

Oh, deeply solemn question !

Lord, help me now decide,

And take Thee for my Saviour—–

My Master, Friend, and Guide.

SS & S 484 I was a wandering sheep,

I did not love the fold ;

I did not love my Shepherd’s voice,

I would not be controlled :

I was a wayward child,

I did not love my home,

I did not love my Father’s voice,

I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,

The Father sought His child ;

They followed me o’er vale and hill,

O’er deserts waste and wild :

They found me nigh to death,

Famished, and faint, and lone ;

They bound me with the bands of love,

They saved the wandering one.

Jesus my Shepherd is,

‘Twas He that loved my soul ;

‘Twas He that washed me in His blood,

‘Twas He that made me whole ;

‘Twas He that sought the lost,

That found the wandering sheep ;

‘Twas He that brought me to the fold,

‘Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wandering sheep,

I would not be controlled ;

But now I love my Saviour’s voice,

I love, I love the fold.

I was a wayward child,

I once preferred to roam ;

But now I love my Father’s voice—-

I love, I love His home.

SS & S 485 Lord, I hear of showers of blessing

Thou art scattering full and free—-

Showers the thirsty land refreshing;

Let some droppings fall on me—-

Even me !

Pass me not, O gracious Father !

Sinful though my heart may be :

Thou might’st leave me, but the rather

Let Thy mercy fall on me—–Even me !

Pass me not, O tender Saviour,

Let me love and cling to Thee :

I am longing for Thy favour ;

Whilst Thou’rt calling, oh, call

Me—–Even me !

Pass me not, O mighty Spirit !

Thou canst make the blind to see :

Witnesses of Jesus’ merit,

Speak the word of power to me—-Even me !

Love of God, so pure and changeless ;

Blood of Christ, so rich and free ;

Grace of God, so strong and boundless;

Magnify them all in me—–Even me!

Pass me not ; Thy lost one bringing,

Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee ;

While the streams of life are springing,

Blessing others, oh, bless me—-

Even me !

SS & S 486 Depth of mercy ! can there be

Mercy still reserved for me ?

Can my God His wrath forbear ?—-

Me, the chief of sinners, spare ?

I have long withstood His grace,

Long provoked Him to His face ;

Would not hearken to His calls,

Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Whence to me this waste of love ?

Ask my Advocate above !

See the cause in Jesus’ face,

Now before the throne of grace.

There for me the Saviour stands,

Shows His wounds, and spreads His

God is love, I know, I feel ; [hands ;

Jesus weeps, and loves me still.

If I rightly read Thy heart,

If Thou all companion art,

Bow Thine ear, in mercy bow,

Pardon and accept me now !

SS & S 487 We are coming home to Jesus,

We have heard His welcome voice ;

We are trusting in His goodness.

In His mercy we rejoice.

We are coming . . home, we are coming . .

home,

We are coming from the darkness to the light ; . . .

We are coming . . home, we are coming . .

We are coming . . home to-night. [home,

We are coming home to Jesus,

For He died that we might live ;

He is willing to receive us,

He is waiting to forgive.

We are coming home to Jesus,

By the cross, our only way ;

There He finished our redemption,

And we can no more delay.

SS & S 488 Pass me not, O gentle Saviour,

Hear my humble cry ;

While on others Thou art calling,

Do not pass me by.

Saviour, Saviour, hear my humble cry

And while others Thou art calling, do

not pass me by !

Let me at a throne of mercy

Find a sweet relief;

Kneeling there in deep contrition,

Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,

Would I seek Thy face ;

Heal my wounded, broken spirit,

Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the spring of all my comfort,

More than life to me ;

Whom have I on earth beside Thee ?

Whom in heaven but Thee ?

SS & S 489 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin,

I look at heaven, and long to enter in;

But there no evil thing may find a home,

And yet I hear a voice that bids me. ” Come ! ”

So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand

In the pure glory of that holy land ?

Before the whiteness of that throne appear ?

Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near

The while I fain would tread the heavenly way.

Seems evil ever with me day by day;

Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall:

” Repent, confess, and thou art loosed from all.”

It is the voice of Jesus that I hear,

His are the hands outstretched to

draw me near,

And His the blood that can for all atone,

And set me faultless there before the Throne.

Yea, Thou wilt answer for me,

righteous Lord ;

Thine all the merits, mine the great reward ;

Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the

golden crown ;

Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down.

Naught can I bring Thee, Lord, for all I owe,

Yet let my full heart what it can bestow :

Myself my gift, let my devotion prove,

Forgiven greatly, how I greatly love.

SS & S 490 The gospel of Thy grace

My stubborn heart has won ;

For God so loved the world,

He gave His only Son,

That Whosoever will believe,