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.