Hymns of Worship and Service

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2 O Jesus, Thou art knocking:

And lo! that hand is scarred, And thorns Thy brow encircle, And tears Thy face have marred: O love that passeth knowledge, So patiently to wait! O sin that hath no equal, So fast to bar the gate!

3 O Jesus, Thou art pleading
In accents meek and low,
"I died for you, My children,
And will ye treat Me so?"
O Lord, with shame and sorrow
We open now the door:
Dear Saviour, enter, enter,
And leave us nevermore.

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Saviour for ref-uge have fled? Who un to the Saviour for ref-uge have fled? A-men.

2 "Fear not, I am with thee, oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

3 "When through the deep waters I call thee to go,
The rivers of sorrow shall not overflow;
For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless,
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.

4 "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
5 "Even down to old age all My people shall prove
My sovereign, eternal, unchangeable love;
And when hoary hairs shall their temples adorn,
Like lambs they shall still in My bosom be borne.

6 "The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I'll never, no never, no never forsake!"

J. E. Gould

2 Oh, lovely attitude! He stands With melting heart and loaded hands: Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows This matchless kindness to His foes. 3 But will He prove a friend indeed? He will; the very friend you need:

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The Friend of sinners-yes, 't is He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.

4 Rise, touched with gratitude divine;
Turn out His enemy and thine,
That soul-destroying monster, sin,
And let the heavenly Stranger in.
J. Grigg, 1765

J. B. Dykes, 1874

2 "I delivered thee when bound,

And, when bleeding, healed thy wound, Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. 3 "Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be; Yet will I remember thee. 4 "Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above,

Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done; Partner of My Throne shalt be: Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me?" 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,

That my love is weak and faint;
Yet I love Thee and adore;
Oh, for grace to love Thee more!

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Let the

wa - ter and the blood, From Thy riv en side which flowed,

Be of sin

the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power. Amen.

2 Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever 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;
Vile, I to the fountain fly:
Wash me, Saviour, or I die!

4 While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee!

A. M. Toplady, 1776

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All fullness dwells in Him; He heals all 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 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,

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