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Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: A Collection of Spiritual Songs and Hymns #XVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn, My sins which have thy body torn? Give me with broken heart to see Thy last tremendous agony! 2 O could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood! 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die! "O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy son." 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But give me mercy in thy son; And with my broken heart comply O give me Jesus or I die! 6 O Lord deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease my soul from guilt Good Lord! I mercy hear my cry And give me Jesus or I die! 7 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell: O might I enter, now I'm come! Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone! Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs #XVI (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn— My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last, tremendous agony. 2 O could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die! "O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy son." 5 Father of mercy do not frown, But give me mercy in thy son; And, with my broken heart, comply! O give me Jesus, or I die! 6 O Lord deny me what thou wilt, If thou wouldst ease my soul from guilt. Good Lord! I mercy hear my cry, And give me Jesus, or I die! 7 O save my soul from gaping hell, Or else with devils I must dwell: O might I enter, now I'm come! Lord Jesus save me or I'm gone. Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the Use of Christians. 1st ed. #XCVIII (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn-- My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O, could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die!" O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy Son." Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my Sins to mourn

Hymnal: The Christian's Duty #S.XX (1801) Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my Sins to mourn-- My Sins! which have thy Gody torn! Give me, with broken Jeart, to see Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O, could I gain the Mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding Sight! O that, with Salem's Daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my Breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the Cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my Tears with Jesus's Blood. 4 I'd hang around his Cross, and cry "Lord save a Soul condemn'd to die! O let a Wretch come near thy Throne, "To plead the Merits of thy Son. Languages: English

Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn

Hymnal: Christian's Duty, exhibited in a series of hymns #S98 (1825) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Oh! give me Lord my sins to mourn-- My sins! which have thy body torn! Give me, with broken heart, to see Thy last tremendous agony. 2 O, could I gain the mountain's height, And gaze upon that bleeding sight! O that, with Salem's daughters, I Could stand and see my Saviour die! 3 I'd smite my breast, and weep and mourn, And never from the cross return: I'd weep o'er an expiring God, And mix my tears with Jesus's blood. 4 I'd hang around his cross, and cry "Lord save a soul condemn'd to die!" O let a wretch come near thy throne, "To plead the merits of thy Son." Languages: English