3. Wash me and take away each stain;
Let nothing of my sin remain;
For cleansing, though it be through pain,
Christ Crucified, I come.
4. And then for work to do for Thee,
Which shall so sweet a service be
That angels well might envy me,
Christ Crucified, I come.
Genevieve M. Irons, 1880.
322
7, 6, 8 l
I lay my sins on Jesus,
The spotless Lamb of God;
He bears them all and frees us
From the accursed load.
I bring my guilt to Jesus,
To wash my crimson stains
White in His blood most precious
Till not a spot remains.
2. I lay my wants on Jesus;
All fulness 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 rest my soul on Jesus,
This weary soul of mine;
His right hand me embraces,
I on His breast recline.
I love the name of Jesus,
Immanuel, Christ, the Lord;
Like fragrance on the breezes
His name abroad is poured.
4. 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.
H. Bonar, 1849.
323
7, 6, 8 l
Through Jesus’ blood and merit
I am at peace with God;
What, then, can daunt my spirit,
However dark my road?
My courage shall not fail me,
For God is on my side;
Though hell itself assail me,
Its rage I may deride.
2. There’s nothing that can sever
Me from the love of God;
No want, no pain whatever,
No famine, peril, blood.
Though thousand foes surround me
And in their base design
A sheep for slaughter count me,
The victory still is mine.
3. Yea, neither life’s temptation
Nor death’s terrific hour,
Nor angels of high station,
Nor any other power,
Nor things that now are present,
Nor things that are to come,
Nor height, however pleasant,
Nor depth of deepest gloom,
4. Nor any creature ever
Shall from the love of God
This wretched sinner sever;
For in my Savior’s blood
This love its fountain taketh;
He hears my faithful prayer
And nevermore forsaketh
This child of His and heir.
S. Dach, † 1659; A. Crull, tr.
324
6, 4, 6, 4, 6, 6, 4
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