Hymn 25. Innspruck.
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1 Stupendous love of God most high!
He comes to meet us from the sky
In mildest majesty;
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Full of unutterable grace,
He calls the weary burdened race, " Come all for help to me."
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3 Weary of passions unsubdued, Weary of vows in vain renewed,
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2 Tired with the greatness of my way, From him I would no longer stray, But rest in Jesus have; Weary of sin, from sin would cease, Weary of mine own righteousness, And stoop, myself to save.
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Of forms without the power,
Of prayers, and hopes, complaints, and groans, My fainting soul in silence owns
I can hold out no more.
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2 Take my poor heart, and let it be For ever closed to all but thee! Seal thou my breast, and let me wear That pledge of love for ever there!
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1 I thirst, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood, To dwell within thy wounds; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
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4 Beneath this mountain- load of grief,
Of guilt and desperate unbelief,
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6 Fulfil thine own intense desire, And now into my heart inspire The power of faith and love; Then, Saviour, then to thee I come, And find on earth the life, the home, The rest of saints above.
Hymn 26. St. Luke.
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Jesus, thy creature see;
With all my nature's weight oppressed,
I sink, I die for want of rest,
Yet cannot come to thee.
5 Mine utter helplessness I feel;
But thou, who gav'st the feeble will, The effectual grace supply;
Be thou my strength, my light, my way, And bid my soul the call obey,
And to thy bosom fly.
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3 How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live.
4 What are our works but sin and death. Till thou thy quickening Spirit breathe! Thou giv'st the power thy grace to move; O wondrous grace! O boundless love!