Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite,

Nor cast the sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight.

2 Though I have steeled my stubborn heart,

And still shook off my guilty fears;

And vexed and urged, thee to depart,

For many long rebellious years.

3 Though I have most unfaithful been,

Of all whoe'er thy grace received!

Ten thousand times thy goodness seen;

Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved;

4 This only woe I deprecate;

This only plague I pray remove;

Nor leave me in my lost estate;

Nor curse me with this want of love.

5 Now, Lord, my weary soul release,

Upraise me with thy gracious hand,

And guide into thy perfect peace,

And bring me to the promised land.

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! 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! I come!

3 Just as I am, tho' tossed about

With many a conflict, many a doubt,

Fightings within, and fears without,

O Lamb of God, I come! 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! 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! I come!

6 Just as I am--thy love unknown

Hath broken every barrier down;

Now to be thine, yea, thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come! I come!

And can I yet delay

My little all to give?

To tear my soul from earth away,

For Jesus to receive?

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield,

I can hold out no more:

I sink, by dying love compelled,

And own thee conqueror.

3 Tho' late, I all forsake,

My friends, my all resign;

Gracious Redeemer, take, oh, take,

And seal me ever thine.

4 Come and possess me whole,

Nor hence again remove;

Settle and fix my wav'ring soul

With all thy weight of love.

Do you hear the Savior calling,

By the wooings of his voice?

Do you hear the accents falling?

Will you make the precious choice?

REF.--I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning

Just to hear the accents fall!

I am list'ning; oh, I'm list'ning

To the Savior's gentle call!

2 By his Spirit he is wooing,

Softly drawing us to him,

Thro' the day and night pursuing,

With his gentle voice to win.

3 By the Word of Truth he's speaking

To the wand'ring, erring ones;

List! the voice the stillness breaking!

Hear the sweet and solemn tones!

4 In his providential dealings,

Even in his stern decrees,

In the loudest thunders pealing,

Or the murm'ring of the breeze.

Father, I stretch my hand to thee;

No other help I know:

If thou withdraw thyself from me,

Ah! whither shall I go?

CHO.--I do believe, I now believe

That Jesus died for me;

And thro' his blood, his precious blood,

I shall from sin be free.

2 What did thine only Son endure.

Before I drew my breath?

What pain, what labor, to secure

My soul from endless death!

3 O Jesus, could I this believe,

I now should feel thy power;

And all my wants thou would'st relieve,

In this accepted hour.

4 Author of faith! to thee I lift

My weary, longing eyes;

Oh, let me now receive that gift--

My soul without it dies.

5 Surely thou canst not let me die;

Oh, speak, and I shall live,

And here I will unwearied lie,

Till thou thy Spirit give.

6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,

Could I but see thy face;

Now let me hear thy quick'ning voice,

And taste thy pard'ning grace.

Jesus! thou art the sinner's Friend;

As such I look to thee;

Now, in the fullness 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.

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat,

Where Jesus answers prayer;

There humbly fall before his feet,

For none can perish there.

2 Thy promise is my only plea,

With this I venture nigh;

Thou call'st the burdened souls to thee,

And such, O Lord, am I.

3 Bowed down beneath a load of sin,

By Satan sorely pressed;

By wars without and fears within,

I come to thee for rest.

4 Oh, wondrous love! to bleed and die,

To bear the cross and shame;

That guilty sinners, such as I,

Might plead thy gracious name.

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.

REF.--Take me as I am,

Take me as I am;

Oh, bring thy free salvation nigh,

And take me as I am.

2 Helpless I am, and full of guilt,

But yet for me thy blood was spilt,

And thou canst make me as thou wilt,

But take me as I am.

3 I thirst, I long to know thy love,

Thy full salvation I would prove;

But since to thee I cannot move

Oh, take me as I am.

4 If thou hast work for me to do,

Inspire my will, my heart renew,

And work both in and by me, too,

But take me as I am.

5 And when at last the work is done.

The battle o'er, the victory won,

Still, still my cry shall be alone,

Oh, take me as I am.

Would you lose your load of sin?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus;

Would you know God's peace within?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

CHO.--Jesus who on the cross did die,

Jesus who lives and reigns on high,

He alone can justify;

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

2 Would you calmly walk the wave?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus;

Would you know his pow'r to save?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

3 Would you have your cares grow light?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus;

Would you songs have in the night?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

4 Grieving, would you comfort know?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus;

Humble be when blessings flow?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

5 Would you strength in weakness have?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus;

See a light beyond the grave?

Fix your eyes upon Jesus.

I stand; but not as once I did,

Beneath my load of guilt;

The blessed Jesus bore it all--

For me his blood was spilt.

2 I stand; but not on Calvary's Mount,

With arms around the cross;

I have been there, and left behind

Earth's pleasures, joys, and dross.

3 I stand e'en now where he appears,

In union with my Lord;

In him I'm saved, oh, wondrous thought.

I read it in his word.

4 Oh, bless the Lord! in him alone--

In him we are complete;

We live by faith! but soon in sight

Our coming Christ we'll greet.

Oh, wondrous, deep, unbounded love,

My Savior, can it be

That thou hast borne the crown of thorns

And suffered death for me?

CHO.--At the cross, at the cross, where I first saw the light

And, the burden of my heart rolled away--

It was there by faith I received my sight,

And now I am happy all the day.

2 I kneel, repenting, at thy feet,

I give myself to thee;

I plead thy merits, thine alone,

For thou hast died for me.

3 Oh, let me plunge beneath the tide,

For sinners flowing free,

Then rise, renewed by grace divine,

And shout salvation free.

4 And when I reach thy place above,

My sweetest notes will be,

Redemption through a Savior's name,

Who bled and died for me.

I have found redemption in the Savior's blood,

I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;

I am sweetly trusting in the word of God

I am saved by faith in his blood.

CHO.--I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,

I am saved by faith in the blood he shed for me,

I am saved, yes, sweetly saved,

I am saved by faith in his blood.

2 Oh, how sweet the story of his wondrous grace,

I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;

I will trust in Jesus while I run my race,

I am saved by faith in his blood.

3 I will sing of Jesus while the days go by,

I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;

I will trust his promise, on his strength rely,

I am saved by faith in his blood.

4 I will keep on singing as I march along,

I am saved by faith in his blood, in his blood;

In my home in glory this shall be my song,

I am saved by faith in his blood.

Come, ev'ry soul by sin oppressed,

There's mercy with the Lord;

And he will surely give you rest

By trusting in his word.

CHO.--Only trust him, only trust him,

Only trust him now;

He will save you, he will save you,

He will save you now.

2 For Jesus shed his precious blood

Rich blessings to bestow;

Plunge now into the crimson flood

That washes white as snow.

3 Yes, Jesus is the Truth, the Way,

That leads you into rest;

Believe in him without delay,

And you are fully blest.

4 Come, then, and join this holy band,

And on to glory go,

To dwell in that celestial land,

Where joys immortal flow.

Lord, I care not for riches,

Neither silver nor gold;

I would make sure of heaven,

I would enter the fold.

In the book of thy kingdom,

With its pages so fair,

Tell me, Jesus, my Savior,

Is my name written there?

CHO.--Is my name written there?

On the page white and fair?

In the book of thy kingdom,

Is my name written there?

2 Lord, my sins, they are many,

Like the sands of the sea,

But thy blood, oh, my Savior,

Is sufficient for me;

For thy promise is written,

In bright letters that glow,

"Tho' your sins be as scarlet,

I will make them like snow."

3 Oh, that beautiful city,

With its mansions of light,

With its glorified beings,

In pure garments of white;

Where no evil thing cometh

To despoil what is fair;

Where the angels are watching,

Yes, my name's written there.

Oh, how happy are they

Who their Savior obey,

And have laid up their treasures above;

Tongue cannot express

The sweet comfort and peace

Of a soul in its earliest love.

2 That sweet comfort was mine,

When the favor divine

I first found in the blood of the Lamb;

When my heart it believed,

What a joy I received,

What a heaven in Jesus' name.

3 'Twas a heaven below

My Redeemer to know,

And the angels could do nothing more

Than to fall at his feet,

And the story repeat,

And the Lover of sinners adore.

4 Jesus, all the day long,

Was my joy and my song;

O that all his salvation might see!

He hath loved me, I cried,

He hath suffered and died

To redeem such a rebel as me.

5 On the wings of his love

I was carried above

All sin and temptation and pain,

And I could not believe

That I ever should grieve--

That I ever should suffer again.

6 I then rode on the sky,

Freely justified I,

Nor did envy Elijah his seat;

My soul mounted higher,

In a chariot of tire,

And the moon it was under my feet.

7 O the rapturous height

Of that holy delight

Which I felt in the life-giving blood,

Of my Savior possessed,

I was perfectly blest,

As if filled with the fullness of God.

8 Never more will I stray

From my Savior away,

But I'll follow the Lamb till I die;

I will take up my cross,

And count all things but loss,

Till I meet with my Lord in the sky.

There is a spot to me more dear

Than native vale or mountain;

A spot to which affection's tear

Springs grateful from its fountain;

'Tis not where kindred souls abound--

Tho' that is almost heaven--

But where I first my Savior found,

And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,

Long tossed upon the ocean,

Above me was the thunder's roar,

Beneath, the wave's commotion.

Darkly the pall of night was thrown

Around me, faint with terror;

In that dark hour how did my groans

Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath,

I knew not help was nigh me,

And cried, O save me, Lord, from death--

Immortal Jesus, hear me.

Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine--

My Savior stood before me;

I saw his brightness round me shine,

And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot!

Where love divine first found me;

Wherever falls my distant lot,

My heart shall linger round thee:

And as from earth I rise, to soar

Up to my home in heaven,

Down will I cast my eyes once more,

Where I was first forgiven.

How solemn are the words,

And yet to faith how plain,

Which Jesus uttered while on earth--

"Ye must be born again!"

2 "Ye must be born again!"

For so hath God decreed;

No reformation will suffice--

'Tis life poor sinners need.

3 "Ye must be born again!"

And life in Christ must have;

In vain the soul may elsewhere go--

'Tis he alone can save.

4 "Ye must be born again!"

Or never enter heaven;

'Tis only blood-washed ones are there--

The ransomed and forgiven.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,

When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;

Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,

It is well, it is well with my soul.

CHO.--It is well with my soul,

It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho' Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,

Let this blest assurance control,

That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,

And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin--oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't--

My sin--not in part but the whole,

Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,

The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,

The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,

"Even so"--it is well with my soul.

'Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give

Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

CHO.--Hallelujah! 'tis done,

I believe on the Son;

I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho' the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too,

Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng;

They are safe now in glory, and this is their song:

4 Little children I see standing close by their King,

And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.

5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold,

And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold,

6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me,

And the theme of our praises forever will be.

Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me,

Thee thyself I cannot see;

Jesus, Master! pass not by me;

Son of David! pity me.

2 While I sit in weary blindness,

Longing for the blessed light,

Many taste thy loving kindness;

"Lord! I would receive my sight."

3 I would see thee and adore thee,

And thy word the power can give;

Hear the sightless soul implore thee;

Let me see thy face and live.

4 Ah! what touch is this that thrills me?

What this burst of strange delight?

Lo! the rapturous vision fills me!

This is Jesus! this is sight!

5 Room, ye saints that throng behind him!

Let me follow in the way;

I will teach the blind to find him

Who can turn their night to day.

"Mercy, oh, thou Son of David!"

Thus blind Bartimeus prayed;

"Others by thy word are saved,

Now to me afford thine aid."

2 Many for his crying chid him,--

But he called the louder still;

Till the gracious Savior bade him,--

"Come, and ask me what you will."

3 Money was not what he wanted,

Though by begging used to live;

But he asked, and Jesus granted,

Alms which none but he could give.

4 "Lord! remove this grievous blindness,

Let mine eyes behold the day!"

Straight he saw, and, won by kindness,

Followed Jesus in the way.

5 Oh! methinks I hear him praising,

Publishing to all around,

"Friends! is not my case amazing?

What a Savior I have found!

6 "Oh! that all the blind but knew him,

And would be advised by me!

Surely would they hasten to him,

He would cause them all to see."

Oh, the peace that fills my soul,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus;

Cleansed from sin, made free and whole,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

CHO.--This is my abiding place,

Clothed with his abounding grace,

Looking upward to his face,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

2 Christ is mine in storm and calm,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus;

All my wounds are filled with balm,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

3 Here I rest from toil and strife,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus;

Safe beneath the Tree of Life,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

4 Come ye guilty and be healed,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus;

Freely is God's love revealed,

Sitting at the feet of Jesus.

Forever here my rest shall be,

Close to thy bleeding side;

'Tis all my hope and all my plea,

"For me the Savior died."

2 My dying Savior and my God,

Fountain for guilt and sin,

Sprinkle me ever with thy blood,

And cleanse and keep me clean.

3 Wash me and make me thus thine own,

Wash me, and mine thou art!

Wash me, but not my feet alone,

My hands, my head, my heart!

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply

Till faith to sight improve,

Till hope in full fruition die,

And all my soul be love.

Lord, I believe a rest remains

To all thy people known;

A rest where pure enjoyment reigns,

And thou art loved alone.

2 A rest where all our soul's desire

Is fixed on things above;

Where fear, and sin, and grief expire,

Cast out by perfect love.

3 Oh, that I now the rest might know,

Believe and enter in:

Now, Savior, now the power bestow,

And let me cease from sin.

4 Remove this hardness from my heart;

This unbelief remove:

To me the rest of faith impart--

The Sabbath of thy love.

Oh! could I find from day to day,

A nearness to my God;

Then should my hours glide sweet away,

And live upon thy word.

2 Lord! I desire with thee to live.

Anew from day to day,

In joys the world can never give,

Nor ever take away.

3 O Jesus! come and rule my heart

And I'll be wholly thine;

And never, nevermore depart;

For thou art wholly mine.

4 Thus, till my last expiring breath,

Thy goodness I'll adore;

And, when my flesh dissolves in death,

My soul shall love thee more.

Welcome, O Savior! to my heart;

Possess thine humble throne;

Bid every rival hence depart,

And claim me for thine own.

2 The world and Satan I forsake,--

To thee I all resign;

My longing heart, O Jesus! take,

And make it all divine.

3 Oh! may I never turn aside,

Nor from thy bosom flee;

Let nothing here my heart divide--

I give it all to thee.

My God, I know, I feel thee mine,

And will not quit my claim

Till all I have is lost in thine,

And all renewed I am.

2 I hold thee with a trembling hand,

And will not let thee go,

Till steadfastly by faith I stand

And all thy goodness know.

3 Jesus, thine all-victorious love

Shed in my heart abroad:

Then shall my feet no longer rove,

Rooted and fixed in God.

4 Refining fire, go through my heart,

Illuminate my soul;

Scatter thy life through every part,

And sanctify the whole.

My God! accept my heart this day,

And make it always thine,

That I from thee no more may stray,

No more from thee decline.

2 Before the cross of him who died,

Behold I prostrate fall;

Let every sin be crucified;

Let Christ be All in All.

3 May the dear blood, once shed for me,

My blest atonement prove,

That I, from first to last, may be

The purchase of thy love.

4 Let every thought, and work, and word,

To thee be ever given;

Then life shall be thy service, Lord!

And death the gate of heaven.

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 I would not breathe for worldly joy,

Or to increase my worldly good;

Nor future days or powers employ,

To spread a sounding name abroad.

4 'Tis to my Savior I would live,

To him, who for my ransom died;

Nor could all worldly honor give

Such bliss as crowns me at his side.

He wills that I should holy be;

That holiness I long to feel;

That full divine conformity

To all my Savior's righteous will.

2 See, Lord, the travail of thy soul

Accomplished in the change of mine;

And plunge me, every whit made whole,

In all the depths of love divine.

3 On thee, O God, my soul is stayed,

And waits to prove thine utmost will;

The promise by thy mercy made,

Thou canst, thou wilt in me fulfill.

4 No more I stagger at thy power,

Or doubt thy truth, which cannot move;

Hasten the long-expected hour,

And bless me with thy perfect love.

Jesus, my all, to heav'n is gone,

He whom I fixed my hopes upon;

His track I see, and I'll pursue

The narrow way till him I view.

The way the holy prophets went,

The road that leads from banishment;

The King's highway of holiness;

I'll go, for all his paths are peace.

2 This is the way I long have sought,

And mourned because I found it not;

My grief a burden long has been,

Because I was not saved from sin.

The more I strove against its power,

I felt its weight and guilt the more;

Till late I heard my Savior say,

"Come hither, soul, I am the way."

3 Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,

Shalt take me to thee, as I am;

Nothing but sin have I to give;

Nothing but love shall I receive.

Then will I tell to sinners round,

What a dear Savior I have found;

I'll point to thy redeeming blood,

And say, "Behold the way to God."

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.

3 Thine would I live, thine would I die,

Be thine through all eternity;

The vow is past beyond repeal;

And now I set the solemn seal.

4 Here at that cross where flows the blood,

That bought my guilty soul for God,

Thee, my new Master now I call,

And consecrate to thee my all.

Jesus, I my cross have taken,

All to leave and follow thee;

Naked, poor, despised, forsaken,

Thou, from hence, my all shalt be!

Perish, every fond ambition,

All I've sought, or hoped, or known,

Yet how rich is my condition,

God and heaven are still my own!

2 Let the world despise and leave me--

They have left my Savior too;

Human hearts and looks deceive me--

Thou art not, like them, untrue.

And while thou shalt smile upon me,

God of wisdom, love, and might,

Foes may hate and friends disown me,

Show thy face and all is bright.

3 Go, then, earthly fame and treasure;

Come, disaster, scorn, and pain!

In thy service pain is pleasure,

With thy favor, loss is gain.

I have called thee, Abba, Father,

I have set my heart on thee;

Storms may howl, and clouds may gather--

All must work for good to thee.

4 Haste thee on from grace to glory,

Armed by faith, and winged by prayer;

Heaven's eternal day's before thee,

God's own hand shall guide thee there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission,

Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days;

Hope shall change to glad fruition,

Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.

Love divine, all love excelling,

Joy of heaven, to earth come down;

Fix in us thy humble dwelling;

All thy faithful mercies crown;

Jesus, thou art all compassion;

Pure, unbounded love thou art;

Visit us with thy salvation;

Enter every trembling heart.

2 Breathe, oh, breathe thy Holy Spirit

Into every troubled breast,

Let us all thy grace inherit;

Let us find thy promised rest;

Take away the love of sinning;

Take our load of guilt away;

End the work of thy beginning;

Bring us to eternal day.

3 Carry on thy new creation;

Pure and holy may we be;

Let us see our whole salvation

Perfectly secured by thee:

Change from glory into glory,

Till in heaven we take our place,

Till we cast our crowns before thee,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

In thy service will I ever,

Jesus, my Redeemer, stay;

Nothing me from thee shall sever,

Gladly would I go thy way.

Yes, Lord Jesus, I am ever

Thine in sorrow and in joy;

Death the union shall not sever,

Nor eternity destroy.

2 Let thy light on me be shining

When the day is almost gone,

When the evening is declining,

And the night is drawing on:

Bless me, oh, my Savior! laying

Thy hands on my weary head;

"Here thy day is ended," saying,

"Yonder live the faithful dead."

3 Stay beside me, when the stillness

And the icy touch of death

Fill my trembling soul with chillness,

Like the morning's frosty breath;

As my failing eyes grow dimmer,

Let my spirit grow more bright,

As I see the first faint glimmer

Of the everlasting light.

Lord! I hear of showers of blessing,

Thou art scattering, broad and free;

Showers, the thirsty land refreshing;

Let their fullness fall on me.

REF.--Even me, even me,

Let their fullness fall on me.

2 Pass me not, oh, gracious Father!

Sinful, though my heart may be;

Thou might'st curse me, but the rather

Let thy mercy fall on me.

3 Pass me not, oh, tender Savior!

Let me love and cling to thee;

I am longing for thy favor;

When thou comest, call for me.

4 Pass me not, oh, mighty Spirit!

Thou canst make the blind to see;

Witnesser of Jesus' merit,

Speak the word of power to me.

5 Have I long in sin been sleeping,

Long been slighting, grieving thee?

Has the world my heart been keeping?

Oh! forgive and rescue me.

6 Love of God, so pure and changeless,--

Blood of God, so rich and free,--

Grace of God, so strong and boundless,--

Magnify them all in me.