Chapter M: E. Servoss

232 Hebron. L.M.

_My Yoke is Easy, My Burden Light._ (495)

Oh, that my load of sin were gone;
Oh, that I could at last submit
At Jesus' feet to lay it down--
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet.

2 Rest for my soul I long to find;
Savior of all, if mine thou art,
Give me the meek and lowly mind,
And stamp thine image on my heart.

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin,
And fully set my spirit free;
I cannot rest till pure within--
Till I am wholly lost in thee.

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God;
Thy light and easy burden prove;
The cross all stained with hallowed blood,
The labor of thy dying love.

5 I would, but thou must give the power;
My heart from every sin release;
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour,
And fill me with thy perfect peace.

Charles Wesley, 1742.

233 Hebron. L.M.

_Pardon Penitently Implored._ (493)

Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live;
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?

2 My crimes, though great, cannot surpass
The power and glory of thy grace;
Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
Here, on my heart, the burden lies
And past offenses pain mine eyes.

4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace;
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemned, but thou art clear.

5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hovering round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair.

Charles Wesley, 1742.

234 Hebron. L.M.

_Deprecating the Withdrawal of the Spirit._ (494)

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.

Charles Wesley, 1749.

235 Woodworth. L.M.

_Coming in Humility._ (489)

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!

Charlotte Elliott, 1836.

236 Badea. S.M.

_Decision._ (506)

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.

Charles Wesley, 1746.

237 I am Listening. 8s & 7s.

_The Call Answered._

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.

W. S. Marshall.

238 I Do Believe. C.M.

_Unwearied Earnestness._ (491)

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.

Charles Wesley

239 I Do Believe. C.M.

_The Friend of Sinners._ (485)

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.

Richard Burnham, 1783, _a._

240 Brown. C.M.

_Approaching the Mercy-Seat._ (482)

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.

John Newton, 1779.

241 Take Me As I Am. P.M.

_No Hope in Self._

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.

Eliza H. Hamilton.

242 Fix Your Eyes Upon Jesus. P.M.

_The Source of Peace._

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.