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Origianl and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CLXII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the Man whose guilty Fall Corrupts the Race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant Breath, The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death: Thy Law demands a perfect Heart, But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part. 3 [Great GOD, create my Heart anew, And form my Spirit pure and trueL O make me wise betimes to spy My Danger and my Remedy.] 4 Behold, I fall before thy Face; My only Refuge is thy Grace: No outward Forms can make me clean, The Leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beast, Nor Hyssop Branch, nor sprinkling Priest, Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea, Can wash the dismal Stain away. 6 JESUS, my GOD, thy Blood alone Hath Pow'r sufficient to atone; Thy Blood can make me white as Snow; No Jewish Types could cleanse me so. 7 While Guilt disturbs and breaks my Peace, Nor Flesh nor Soul hath Rest nor Ease; LORD, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice, And make my broken Bones rejoice. Languages: English

God of my Life, look gently down

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 God of my Life, look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel. But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. [5 This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my Father's were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear. 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, Thy Praise shall be my Buis'ness still, And I'll declare thy Love. Languages: English

God of my Salvation, hear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #LXXXVI (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 God of my Salvation, hear, And help me to believe; Simply do I now draw near, Thy Blessing to receive: Full of Guilt alas! I am, But to thy Wounds for Refuge flee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 2 Standing now as newly slain, To thee I lift mine Eye; Balm of all my Grief and Pain, Thy Blood is always nigh: Now as yesterday the same, Thou art, and wilt for ever be: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 3 Nothing have I, Lord to pay, Nor can thy Grace procure; Empty send me not away, For I,thou know'st am poor: Dust and Ashes is my Name, My all is Sin, and Misery: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 4 No good Word, or Work, or Thought, Bring I to buy thy Grace: Pardon I accept unbought, Thy Proffer I embrace: Coming, as at first I came, To take and not bestow on thee: Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. 5 Saviour from thy wounded Side, I never will depart, Here will I my Spirit hide, When I am pure in Heart, Till my Place above I claim, This only shall be all my Plea, Friend of Sinners, spotless Lamb, Thy Blood was shed for me. Languages: English

Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #XCII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 Gracious Lord, incline thine Ear, My Complaint vouchsafe to hear; Sore distrest with Guilt am I, Give me Christ, or else I die. 2 Wealth and Honour I disdain, Earthly Comforts all are vain; Then can never satisfy, Give me Christ, or else I die. 3 Lord deny me what thou wilt, Only take away my Guilt; Mourning at thy Feet I lie; Give me Christ, or else I die, 4 All Unholy and Unclean, I am sinful, vile and mean; But to Thee for Mercy fly, Give me Christ, or else I die. 5 Thou dost freely save the Lost; In thy Grace alone I Trust: Unto Thee I lift my Cry, Give me Christ, or else I die. 6 O my God, what shall I say? Take, oh take my Sins away! Jesu's Blood to me apply, Give me Christ, or else I die. Languages: English

O Lord! to whom for Help I call

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 O Lord! to whom for Help I call, Thy Miracles repeat; With pitying Eye behold me fall A Leper at thy Feet. 2 Loathsome, and foul, and self abhorr'd, I sink beneath my Sin; But, if thou wilt, a gracious Word Of thine, can make me clean. 3 Thou seest me Deaf to thy Commands, Open O Lord! mine Ear; Bid me stretch out my wither'd Hands, And lift them up in Pray'r. 4 Silent (alas! thou know'st ho long!) My Voice I cannot raise; But O! when thou shalt loose my Tongue, The Dumb shall sing thy Praise. 5 Lame at the Pool I still am found, Give, and my Strength employ; Light as an Hart I then shall bound, The Lame shall leap for Joy. 6 Blind from my Birth to guilt and Thee, And dark I am within; The Love of God I cannot see, Nor Sinfulness of Sin. 7 But thou, they say, art passing by, O let me find Thee near! Jesus, in Mercy hear my Cry, Thou Son of David, hear! 8 Long have I waited in the Way, For Thee, the heav'nly Light; Command me to be brought, and say, "Sinner, receive thy Sight." Languages: English

A Sinner's Prayer

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O My Lord, what must I do? Lyrics: 1 O My Lord, what must I do? Only thou the Way canst shew; Thou canst save me in this Hour, I have neither Will nor Pow'r: God if over all thou art, Greater than the sinful Heart; Let it now on me be shown, Take away the Heart of Stone. 2 Take away my darling sin, Make me willing to be clean; Make me willing to receive What thy Goodness waits to give: Force me, Lord, with all to part, Tear all Idols from my Heart; Let thy Pow'r on me be shown, Take away the Heart of Stone. 3 Jesu, mighty to renew, Work in me, to will and do; Turn my Nature's rapid Tide, Stem the Torrent of my Pride, Stop the Whirlwind of my will, Bid Corruptions, Lord, be still; Now thy Love Almighty shew, Make e'en me a Creature new. 4 Arm of God, thy Strength put on, Bow the Heavens, and come down; All mine Unbelief o'erthrow, Lay th' aspiring Mountain low; Conquer thy worst Foe in me. Get thyself the Victory, Save the vilest of the Race, Force me to be sav'd by Grace. Languages: English

Sin and Sorrows laid before God

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXVII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O that I knew the secret Place Lyrics: 1 O that I knew the secret Place Where I might find my God! I'd spread my Wants before his Face, And pour my Woes abroad. 2 I'd tell him how my Sins arise, What Sorrows I sustain, How Grace decays, and Comfort dies, And leaves my Heart in Pain: 3 I'd say how Flesh and Sense rebel, What inward Foes combine, With this vain World and Pow'rs of Hell, To vex this Heart of mine. 4 He knows what Arguments I'd take To wrestle with my God: I'd plead for his won Mercy's sake, And for my Saviour's Blood. 5 My God will pity my Complaints, And heal my broken Bones; He takes the Meaning of his Saints, The Language of their Groans. 6 Arise my Soul from deep Distress, And banish ev'ry Fear; He calls thee to his Throne of Grace, To spread thy Sorrows there. Scripture: Job 23:1-9 Languages: English

Lamenting the Loss of First Love

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXIX (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O that my Soul were now as fair Lyrics: 1 O that my soul were now as fair As it hath sometimes been! Devoid of that distracting Care Without, and Fear within! 2 There was a Time when I could tread No Circle but of Love: That joyous Morning now is fled, How heavily I move! 3 Unhappy soul, that thou should'st force, Thy Saviour to depart, When he was pleased with so coarse A Lodging in thy Heart! 4 How sweetly I enjoy'd my God! With how divine a Frame! I thought, on ev'ry Plant I trod, I read my Saviour's Name; 5 I liv'd, I lov'd, I talk'd with thee, So sweetly we agreed, And thou no Stranger wast to me Till I became a Weed. 6 The Tempter robb'd me, and I must I fear be ever Poor; May this suffice, to roll in Dust Before thy Temple Door! 7 My dearest Lord, my Heart flames not With Love that sacred Fire; But since my Love has wore that Blot Repentance runs the High'r. 8 O might those Days return again, How welcome they should be! Shall my Petition be in vain, Since Grace is ever free? 9 Lord of my Soul, return, return, To chase away this Night; Let not thine Anger ever burn; God once was my Delight. Languages: English

O Thou, whose tender Mercy hears

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXX (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 O Thou whose tender Mercy hears Contrition's humble Sigh; Whose Hand Indulgent, wipes the Tears From Sorrow's weeping Eye. 2 See! low before the Throne of Grace A wretched Wand'rer mourn: Hast thou not bide me seek thy Face? Hast thou not said, Return? 3 And shall my guilty Fears prevail To drive me from thy Feet? O let not this dear Refuge fail, This only safe Retreat. 4 Absent from Thee, my Guide, my Light, Without one cheering Ray, Thro' Dangers, Fears, and gloomy Night, How desolate my Way! 5 O shine on this benighted Heart, With Beams of Mercy shine; And let thy healing Voice impart A taste of Joys Divine. 6 Thy Presence only can bestow Delights which never cloy; Be this my Solace, here below, And my eternal Joy. Languages: English

Christ Withdrawn

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: O what shall I do to retrieve Lyrics: 1 O what shall I do to retrieve The Love for a Season bestow'd: 'Tis better to die than to live Exil'd from the Presence of God: With Sorrow distracted and Doubt, With palpable Horror opprest, The City I wander about, And seek my Repose in his Breast. 2 Ye Watchmen of Israel, declare If ye my beloved have seen, And point to that heav'nly fair, Surpassing the Children of Men: My Love and Lord from above, Who only can quiet my Pain, Whom only I languish to love, O where shall I find him again? 3 The Joy and Desire of mine Eyes, The End of my Sorrow and woe; My Hope, and my Heav'nly Prize, My Height of Ambition below: Once more if he shew me his Face, He never again shall depart, Detain'd in my closest Embrace, Conceal'd in the Depth of my Heart. Languages: English

Esau

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXXXVI (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: Poor Esau repented too late Lyrics: 1 Poor Esau repented too late, That once he his Birth-Right despis'd; And sold, for a Morsel of Meat, What could not too highly be priz'd: How great was his Anguish when told The Blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the Birth-Right he sold, And none could recall it again! 2 He stands as a Warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come: O hasten and yield to the Call, While yet for Repentance there's Room! Your Season will quickly be past, Then hear, and obey it to-day; Lest when you seek Mercy at last, The Saviour should frown you away. 3 What is it the World can propose? A Morsel of Meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the Joys of the Blest? Its Pleasures will speedily end, Its Favour and praise are but Breath: And what can its Profits befriend Your Soul in the Moment of Death? 4 If Jesus for these you despise, And Sin to the Saviour prefer, In vain your Entreaties and Cries, When summon'd to stand at his Bar: How will you his Presence abide? What Anguish will Torture your Heart? The Saints all enthron'd by his Side, And you be compell'd to depart! 5 Too often, Dear Saviour, have I Preferr'd some Poor Trifle to Thee; How is it thou dost not deny The Blessing and Birth-Right to me? No better than Esau I am, Tho' Pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but Shame, The Praise and the Glory be thine. Scripture: Genesis 24:31 Languages: English

To the Holy Ghost

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay Lyrics: 1 Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay, Tho' I have done thee such despite; Cast not a Sinner quite away, Nor take thine everlasting Flight. 2 Tho' I have most unfaithful been, Of all, whoe'er thy Grace receiv'd; Ten Thousand Times thy Goodness seen, Ten Thousand Times thy Goodness griev'd; 3 But O! the chief of Sinners spare, In Honour of my great High Priest; Nor in thy righteous Anger swear T' exclude me from thy People's Rest. 4 If yet thou canst my Sins forgive, Ev'n now O LORD, relieve my woes; Me to thy Rest of Love receive, And bless me with a calm Repose, 5 Ev'n now my weary soul release, And raise me by thy gracious Hand; Guide me into thy perfect Peace, And bring me to the promis'd Land. Languages: English

Still out of the deepest Abyss

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCLXIV (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 Still out of the deepest Abyss Of Trouble I mournfully cry, And pine to recover my Peace, And see my Redeemer and die. I cannot, I cannot forbear These Passionate Longings for Home; O when shall my Spirit be there? O when will the Messenger come? 2 Thy Nature I long to put on, Thine Image on Earth to regain, And then in the Grave to lay down My Burden of Body and Pain; O JESUS in pity draw near, And lull me to sleep on thy Breast; Appear, to my Rescue, appear And gather me into thy Rest. 3 To take a poor Fugitive in The Arm of thy Mercy display, And give me to rest from all Sin, And bear me triumphant away: Away from a World of Distress, Away to the Mansions above, A Heaven of seeing thy Face, A Heaven of feeling thy Love. Languages: English

'Tis a Point I long to know

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCXCVIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs Lyrics: 1 'Tis a Point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious Thought, Do I love the Lord or no? Am I His, or am I not? 2 If I love, why am I thus? Why this dull and lifeless Frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse, Who have never heard his Name! 3 Could my Heart so hard remain, Pray'r a Task and Burden prove, Ev'ry Trifle give me Pain, If I knew a Saviour's Love? 4 When I turn my Eyes within, All is Dark and, Vain and Wild; Fill'd with Unbelief and Sin, Can I deem myself a Child? 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, Sin is mix'd with all I do; You that Love the LORD indeed, Tell me, is it thus with you? 6 Yet I mourn, my stubborn Will, Find my Sin a Grief and Thrall, Should I grieve at what I feel, If I did not love at all? 7 Could I joy his Saints to meet, Choose the Ways I once abhorr'd, Find at Times, the promise Sweet, If I did not love the LORD? 8 LORD, decide this doubtful Case! Thou, who art the People's Sun; Since upon thy Work of Grace, If indeed it be begun. 9 Let me love thee more and more, If I love at all, I'll pray; If I have not lov'd before, Help me to begin to Day. Languages: English

When rising from the Bed of Death

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs

Hezekiah's Song; or, Sickness and Recovery

Hymnal: The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns #CCCXXVIII (1791) Topics: liturgical Confession Songs First Line: When we are rais'd from deep Distress Lyrics: 1 When we are rais'd from deep Distress, Our God deserves a Song; We take the Pattern of our Praise From Hezekiah's Tongue. 2 The Gates of the devouring Grave Are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the Keys of Death Commands them fast again. 3 Pains of the Flesh are wont t' Abuse Our Mind with slavish Fears: Our Days are past, and we shall lose The Remnant of our Years. 4 We chatter with a Swallow's Voice, Or like a Dove we mourn, With Bitterness instead of Joys, Afflicted and forlorn. 5 Jehovah speaks the healing Word, And no Disease withstands; Fevers and Plagues obey the Lord, And fly at his Commands. 6 If half the Strings of Life should break, He can our Frame restore; He casts our Sins behind his Back, And they are found no more. Scripture: Isaiah 38:9-22 Languages: English

Til dig alene, Herre Krist

Author: Johan Schesing; Hans Thomissøn Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #16 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Til dig alene, Herre Krist, Staar alt mit Haab paa Jorden, Jeg ved, du er min Trøster vist, Du er min Frelser vorden. Fra Verdens første Tid ei kom Et Menneske paa Jord saa from, Der i min Nød kund' hjælpe mig, Jeg raaber til dig, Til dig mit Hjerte trøster sig. 2 Min Synd er stor og ganske svar, Deraf er Sorger mine, O Herre, gjør mig fra dem klar Alt for din Død og Pine! Og sig det til din Fader god, At du mig frelste med dit Blod Saa bliver jeg af Synden løst, Herre, vær min Trøst, Giv det, du loved' med din Røst! 3 Giv mig af din Barmhjertighed En kristen Tro til Ende, At jeg din Sødhed ret derved Maa inderligen kjende, Og over al Ting elske dig, Min Næeste ligervis som mig. Staa hos mig, naar jeg slukner hen, Din Hjælp mig send, Og Djævlens List saa fra mig vend! 4 Gud Fader Lov og Ære vær, Som os alt Godt mon give, Og Jesus Kirst, vor Broder kjær, At han hos os vil blive, Deslige ag den Helligaand, Vor Trøster og vor Hjælper sand, At Gud vi tjene vel bered, Faa Hjertens Fred Og efter Døden Salighed! Languages: Norwegian

Af Dybsens Nød jeg raabe maa

Author: Luther; Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #273 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Af Dybsens Nød jeg raabe maa, O Herre du mig høre! Dit Naadens Øre merke paa Den Bøn, jeg frem vil føre! Om du i Naade ei ser bort Fra al den Synd, som her er gjort, Hvo kan da frelst vel blive? 2 For dig kun Naaden gjælde kan Til Synden at forlade, Min Gjerning hjælper ei et Grand, Og bøder ei den Skade; For dig er ingen funden ren, Thi frygte sig maa hver og en, Og tage Trøst af Naaden. 3 Derfor til Gud jeg holder mig I mine Synders Vaade, Mit Hjerte saare trøster sig Paa Jesu søde Naade, Som er mig i hans ord tilsagt, Det staar evindelig ved Magt; Paa Naaden, Gud, jeg bier. 4 Og varer det fra Morgenstund Alt indtil Aftens Ende, Da skal mitHjerte ingenlund Mistrøstet bort sig vende. Saa gjør Guds Folk af rette Art, Som han med Tugt har tvunget hart, De bie paa Guds Time. 5 Og om vor Synd er stor og svar, End større er Guds Naade; Den Hjælp, som han i Hænde har, Er uden Maal og Maade. Trods al den Synd og Sorg, er til, Han Hyrden er, som frelse vil, Og fri sit Folk af Nøden. Languages: Norwegian

Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig

Author: Emilie Juliane; Birg. Kaas Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #637 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions; Confession Lyrics: 1 Min kjære Ven, ak tør jeg dig Min Ven endnu vel kalde, Da, Jesus, jeg har dristet mig Saa tidt fra dig at falde? Saa vis mig nu din Venskabs Tro, For Sorgen giv mig Fred o Ro Og udslet Synder mine. 2 Jeg føler, hvor mit Hjerte slaar For Syndens Straf og Plager, Ja, min Samvittighed er saar; Thi Syndens Skyld mig nager, Og at jeg har dinAand forladt Og dig af Hu og Øie sat, Ja Pagten brudt og krænket. 3 Hvad dine Bud forbyde mig, Det har jeg tidt bedrevet; Hvad de befale strengelig, Det er ei efterlevet; Jeg har din Godhed, Kald og Flid, Langmodighed og Naadens Tid Ei, som jeg burde, agtet. 4 Desværre, paa den Syndevei Jeg vandred altfor længe, Og kan med mine Kræfter ei Paa Bedrings Sti indtrænge; Jeg ussel og elendig er, Vil du, min Ven, ei tale her, Veed jeg mig ei at hjælpe. 5 Jeg negter ei min Synd, men den Nu fuldt ud vil bekjende. Gjør du og som en trofast Ven, For Ret mig Naade sende! Ak, Naade, Naade giv du mig! Jeg kun om Naade beder dig, Den lad mig vederfares! 6 Du, som vil ingen Synders Død, Men vil hans Bod i Tide, Du, som for alle synders Nød Selv vilde Døden lide, Lad dog din Værdskyld og det Blod, Som du for mig paa Korset lod, Al Skyld for mig betale! Languages: Norwegian

Vi takke Gud, vor Fader

Author: Landstad Hymnal: Salmebog for Lutherske Kristne i Amerika #55 (1919) Topics: Confessions; Confessions Lyrics: 1 Vi takke Gud, vor Fader, Som er os Arme huld, Og Synderne forlader For Jesu Kristi Skyld, Husvaler den, som sørger, Og om Guds Rige spørger I Aanden angerfuld! 2 Vi takke Guds Søn kjære, Vor Herre Jesus sød, Guds Lam, som vilde bære Vor Synd og lide Død, Som med sit Blod os løste; Krist, lad dit Ord os trøste I vore Synders Nød! 3 Vi takke Guds Aand milde, Som os har draget hid, Som udaf Naadens Kilde Os skjænker Trøsten blid! Gud hjælpe os at være Og vandre dig til Ære, Og leve evig Tid! Languages: Norwegian

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