The Gospel Received by Faith

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Just as I am 1 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.

2 Just as I am—and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come.

3 Just as I am—though toss'd about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come.

4 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, I come.

5 Just as I am—Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;

Because Thy promise, I believe, O Lamb of God, I come.

6 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.

7 Just as I am—of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come.

Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

547 Just as Thou art 1 JUST as Thou art—how wondrous fair, Lord Jesus, all Thy members are! A life divine to them is given— A long inheritance in heaven.

2 Just as I was I came to Thee, An heir of wrath and misery;

Just as Thou art before the throne, I stand in righteousness Thine own.

3 Just as Thou art—how wondrous free:

Loosed by the sorrows of the tree:

Jesus! the curse, the wrath were Thine, To give Thy saints this life divine.

4 Just as Thou art—nor doubt, nor fear, Can with Thy spotlessness appear;

Oh timeless love! as Thee, I'm seen The "righteousness of God in Him."

5 Just as Thou art—Thou Lamb divine!

Life, light, and holiness are Thine:

Thyself their endless source I see, And they, the life of God, in me.

6 Just as Thou art—oh blissful ray That turn'd my darkness into day! That woke me from my death of sin, To know my perfectness in Him.

7 Oh teach me, Lord, this grace to own, That self and sin no more are known; That love—Thy love—in wondrous right, Hath placed me in its spotless light!

8 Soon, soon, 'mid joys on joys untold, Thou wilt this grace and love unfold, Till worlds on worlds adoring see The part Thy members have in Thee.

Joseph Denham Smith, 1860

548 The Prodigal's Welcome 1 THE wanderer no more will roam, The lost one to the fold hath come, The prodigal is welcomed home;

O Lamb of God, in Thee!

2 Though clothed with shame, by sin denied. The Father hath embraced His child; And I am pardon'd, reconciled, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

3 It is the Father's joy to bless, His love provides for me a dress— A robe of spotless righteousness, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

4 Now shall my famish'd soul be fed, A feast of love for me is spread, I feed upon the children's bread, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

5 Yea, in the fulness of His grace, He put me in the children's place, Where I may gaze upon His face, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

6 I cannot half His love express, Yet, Lord! with joy my lips confess, This blessed portion I possess, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

7 It is Thy precious name I bear, It is Thy spotless robe I wear, Therefore, the Father's love I share, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

8 And when I in Thy likeness shine, The glory and the praise be Thine, That everlasting joy is mine, O Lamb of God, in Thee!

Mary Jane Deck, 1847

549 The Solid Rock 1 MY hope is built on nothing less Than Jesus' blood and righteousness;

I dare not trust the sweetest frame; But wholly lean on Jesus' name: On Christ the solid rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand.

2 When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil: On Christ, &c

3 His oath, His covenant, and His blood, Support me in the sinking flood; When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay: On Christ, &c.

4 When the last awful trump shall sound, Oh may I then in Him be found, Dress'd in His righteousness alone, Faultless to stand before the throne: On Christ, &c.

Edward Mote, 1825, a.

550 "Be not afraid, only believe."

1 MY faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary,

Saviour divine:

Now hear me while I pray;

Take all my guilt away;

Oh let me from this day Be wholly Thine.

2 May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart, My zeal inspire: As Thou hast died for me, Oh may my love to Thee Pure, warm, and changeless be, A living fire.

3 While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide;

Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.

4 When ends life's transient dream, When death's cold sullen stream Shall o'er me roll, Blest Saviour, then in love, Fear and distrust remove;

Oh bear me safe above, A ransom'd soul.

Ray Palmer, 1834.

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Christ is all 1 JESU, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high!

Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life be past;

Safe into the haven guide;

Oh receive my soul at last.

2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on Thee!

Leave, ah! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me!

All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring;

Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.

3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want;

More than all in Thee I find:

Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.

Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness, False and full of sin I am;

Thou art full of truth and grace.

4 Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin;

Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within;

Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee!

Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity!

Charles Wesley, 1740.

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Rock of Ages 1 ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee!

Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

2 Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands: Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone:

Thou must save, and Thou alone.

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress;

Helpless, look to Thee for grace;

Foul, I to the fountain fly;

Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

4 Whilst I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-strings break in death. When I soar through tracks unknown See Thee on Thy judgment-throne—

Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee.

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776

553 Jesus died for me 1 GREAT God, when I approach Thy throne, And all Thy glory see; This is my stay, and this alone, That Jesus died for me.

2 How can a soul condemn'd to die Escape the just decree? A vile, unworthy wretch am I, But Jesus died for me.

3 Burden'd with sin's oppressive chain, Oh, how can I get free? No peace can all my efforts gain, But Jesus died for me.

4 My course I could not safely steer Through life's tempestuous sea, Did not this truth relieve my fear, That Jesus died for me.

5 And, Lord, when I behold Thy face, This must be all my plea- Save me by Thy almighty grace, For Jesus died for me.

William Hiley Bathurst, 1831

554 Christ and His Righteousness 1 NO more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done;

I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of Thy Son.

2 Now for the love I bear His name, What was my gain I count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to His cross.

3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake:

Oh may my soul be found in Him, And of His righteousness partake!

4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before Thy throne: But faith can answer Thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

555 The true Scapegoat 1 NOT all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain.

2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they.

3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.

4 My soul looks back to see The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.

5 Believing, we rejoice To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love.

Isaac Watts, 1706.

556 The only Plea 1 Jesus, the sinner's Friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee;

Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in.

2 Pity and heal my sin-sick soul;

'Tis Thou alone canst make me whole;

Fallen, till in me Thine image shine, And lost I am, till Thou art mine.

3 At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for Thee:

Here, then, to Thee I all resign;

Thine is the work, and only Thine.

4 What shall I say Thy grace to move?

Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love:

I give up every plea beside, Lord, I am lost—but Thou hast died!

Charles Wesley, 1739.

557 "Remember me."

1 Jesus! Thou art the sinner's Friend, As such I look to Thee;

Now, in the fulness of Thy love, O Lord! remember me.

2 Remember Thy pure word of grace, Remember Calvary;

Remember all Thy dying groans, And, then, remember me.

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God!

I yield myself to Thee, While Thou art sitting on Thy throne, Dear Lord! remember me.

4 Lord! I am guilty, I am vile, But Thy salvation's free;

Then, in Thine all-abounding grace, Dear Lord! remember me.

5 And when I close my eyes in death, When creature-helps all flee, Then, O my dear Redeemer-God!

I pray, remember me.

Richard Burnham, 1796, a.

558 Divine indwelling desired 1 WELCOME, welcome, great Redeemer, Welcome to this heart of mine;

Lord, I make a full surrender, Every power and thought be Thine,

Thine entirely, Through eternal ages Thine.

2 Known to all to be Thy mansion, Earth and hell will disappear; Or in vain attempt possession, When they find the Lord is near:

Shout, O Zion!

Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here!

Thomas Hastings, 1842.

559 The Burden-bearer 1 I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God;

He bears them all and frees us From the accursed load, I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in His blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.

2 I lay my wants on Jesus, All fulness dwells in Him;

He healeth my diseases, He doth my soul redeem.

I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares;

He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares.

3 I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine; His right hand me embraces, I on His breast recline.

I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ the Lord;

Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is pour'd.

4 I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild;

I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child;

I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng; To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels' song.

Horatius Bonar, 1857

560 The Voice of Jesus 1 I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, Come unto Me and rest;

Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast."

I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad:

I found In Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad.

2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, Behold, I freely give The living water—thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live."

I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream; My thirst was quench'd, my soul revived, And now I live in Him.

3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, I am this dark world's light;

Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright."

I look'd to Jesus, and I found In Him my star, my sun; And in that light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done.

Horatius Bonar, 1857

561 The great Sight 1 IN evil long I took delight, Unawed by shame or fear, Till a new object struck my sight, And stopp'd my wild career.

2 I saw One hanging on a tree, In agonies and blood, Who fix'd His languid eyes on me, As near His cross I stood.

3 Sure never till my latest breath Can I forget that look;

It seem'd to charge me with His death, Though not a word He spoke.

4 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, And plunged me in despair;

I saw my sins His blood had spilt, And help'd to nail Him there.

5 Alas! I knew not what I did; But now my tears are vain; Where shall my trembling soul be hid? For I the Lord have slain.

6 A second look He gave, which said, "I freely all forgive; This blood is for thy ransom paid, I die, that thou mayst live."

7 Thus while His death my sin displays In all its blackest hue (Such is the mystery of grace), It seals my pardon too.

8 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, My spirit now is fill'd, That I should such a life destroy, Yet live by Him I killed.

John Newton, 1779

562 Blessed be the Lord 1 WE were lost, but we are found, Dead, but now alive are we;

We were Bore in bondage bound, But our Jesus sets us free.

2 Strangers, and He takes us in, Naked, He becomes our dress, Sick, and He from stain of sin Cleanses with His righteousness.

3 Therefore will we sing His praise Who His lost ones hath restored, Hearts and voices both shall raise Hallelujahs to the Lord.

John S. B. Monsell, 1863.

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Grace exalted 1 LET Zion in her songs record The honours of her dying Lord, Triumphant over sin;

How sweet the song there's none can say, But those whose sins are wash'd away Who feel the same within.

2 We claim no merit of our own, But, self-condemn'd before Thy throne, Our hopes on Jesus place;

Though once in heart and life depraved, We now can sing as sinners saved, And praise redeeming grace.

3 We'll sing the same while life shall last, And when, at the archangel's blast, Our sleeping dust shall rise, Then in a song for ever new, The glorious theme we'll still pursue Throughout the azure skies.

4 Prepared of old, at God's right hand Bright everlasting mansions stand For all the blood-bought race; And till we reach those seats of bliss, We'll sing no other song but this—

Salvation all of grace.

John Kent, 1803, a.

564 "The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all."

1 CHARGED with the complicated load Of our enormous debt, By faith, I see the Lamb of God Expire beneath its weight!

2 My numerous sins transferr'd to Him, Shall never more be found, Lost in His blood's atoning stream Where every crime is drown'd!

3 My mighty sins to Thee are known; But mightier still is He Who laid His life a ransom down, And pleads His death for me.

4 Oh may my life, while here below, Bear witness to Thy love:

Till I before Thy footstool bow, And chant Thy praise above!

Charles Wesley, 1762;

Augustus M. Toplady, 1776.

565 “We have peace with God."

1 IN Christ I have believed, And through the spotless Lamb Grace and salvation have received; In Him complete I am.

2 This hope divine uplifts My soul amid distress;

"Without repentance" are His gifts Who thus vouchsafes to bless.

3 My sins, my crimson stains, Are blotted out, each one; No condemnation now remains!

God views me in His Son.

4 Then come what may to me, It will, it must be blest!

Home in the distance I can see;

There I shall be at rest.

Charlotte Elliott, 1854.

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I am Pardoned 1 NOW, oh joy! my sins are pardon'd, Now I can, and do believe;

All I have, and am, and shall be, To my precious Lord I give;

He aroused my deathly slumbers, He dispersed my soul's dark night;

Whisper'd peace, and drew me to Hint—

Made Himself my chief delight.

2 Let the babe forget its mother, Let the bridegroom slight his bride;

True to Him, I'll love none other, Cleaving closely to His Bide.

Jesus, hear my soul's confession, Weak am I, but strength is Thine, On Thine arms for strength and succour Calmly may my soul recline.

Albert Midlane, 1865.

567 Jesus pleads for me 1 BEFORE the throne of God above I have a strong, a perfect plea; A great High Priest, whose name is Love, Who ever lives and pleads for me.

2 My name is graven on His hands, My name is written on His heart;

I know that, while in heaven He stands, No tongue can bid me thence depart.

3 When Satan tempts me to despair, And tells me of the guilt within, Upward I look, and see Him there Who made an end of all my sin.

4 Because the sinless Saviour died, My sinful soul is counted free; For God, the Just, is satisfied To look on Him, and pardon me.

5 Behold Him there! the bleeding Lamb! My perfect, spotless Righteousness, The great unchangeable, "I AM," The King of glory and of grace.

6 One with Himself, I cannot die, My soul is purchased by His blood; My life is hid with Christ on high, With Christ, my Saviour and my God.

Charitie Lees Smith, 1863.