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The Beggar's Prayer

Author: Medley Hymnal: SHPW1844 #378 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: A beggar poor, at mercy's door Lyrics: 1 A beggar poor, at mercy’s door, Lies such a wretch as I; Thou know’st my need is great indeed, Lord, hear me when I cry. 2 With guilt beset, and deep in debt, For pardon, Lord I pray; O let thy love sufficient prove To take my sins away. 3 A wicked heart is no small part Of my distress and shame; Let sovereign grace its crimes efface, Through Jesus’ blessed name. 4 [My darkened mind, I daily find, Is prone to go astray; Lord, on it shine, with light divine, And guide it in thy way.] 5 [My stubborn will opposes still Thy wise and holy hand; Thy Spirit send to make it bend To thy supreme command.] 6 Affections wild, by sin defiled, Oft hurry me away; Lord, bring them home, nor let them roam From Christ, the Living Way. 7 [A conscience hard does oft retard My walk in holy peace; Let it by thee made tender be, And all its hardness cease.] 8 [My memory bad, but what is sad, Can folly still retain; O fill it, Lord, with thy sweet word, And let it there remain.] 9 Before thy face I’ve told my case; Lord, help, and mercy send; Pity my soul, and make me whole, And love me to the end. Topics: Prayer and Watchfulness Languages: English
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The Beggar's Needs all in Christ

Author: W. Gadsby Hymnal: SHPW1844 #589 (1844) Meter: 8.8.6 First Line: A beggar, vile and base, I come Lyrics: 1 A beggar, vile and base, I come, Without a friend, without a home, And knock at mercy’s door; A friendless, helpless wretch indeed, Nor have I one good work to plead, Yet crave a living store. 2 My wants are great and many too; O Lamb of God, some pity show, Or I must surely die; No other hand can help but thee; I’ve tried the rest, and plainly see They cannot me supply. 3 But though my wants are very great, In Jesus they most richly meet; With him I’ve all the rest; And wilt thou give thyself to me? From sin and Satan set me free? Then I’m completely blest. 4 Source of delight! Fountain of bliss! In thee I all things do possess; My treasure is divine; With holy wonder I adore The God who thus does bless the poor, And make their faces shine. Topics: Salvation and Free Grace Languages: English
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Craving a Crumb of Mercy

Hymnal: SHPW1844 #393 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: A crumb of mercy, Lord, I crave Lyrics: 1 A crumb of mercy, Lord, I crave, Unworthy to be fed With dainties such as angels have, Or with the children’s bread. 2 Have pity on my needy soul; Thy peace and pardon give; Thy love can make the wounded whole, And bid the dying live. 3 Behold me prostrate at thy gate; Do not my suit deny; With longing eyes for thee I wait; O help me, or I die. 4 When thou dost give a heart to pray, Thou wilt incline thy ear; From me turn not thy face away, But my petition hear. 5 So shall my joyful soul adore The riches of thy grace; No sinner needed mercy more, That ever sought thy face. Topics: Prayer and Watchfulness Languages: English
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Saints' Final Perseverance

Author: Toplady Hymnal: SHPW1844 #340 (1844) First Line: A debtor to mercy alone Lyrics: 1 A debtor to mercy alone, Of covenant mercy I sing; Nor fear, with thy righteousness on, My person and offerings to bring. The terrors of law and of God With me can have nothing to do; My Saviour’s obedience and blood Hide all my transgressions from view. 2 The work which his goodness began, The arm of his strength will complete; His promise is Yea and Amen, And never was forfeited yet. Things future, nor things that are now, Not all things below nor above, Can make him his purpose forego, Or sever my soul from his love. 3 My name from the palms of his hands Eternity will not erase, Impressed on his heart it remains, In marks of indelible grace; Yes, I to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The glorified spirits in heaven. Topics: Perseverance Languages: English
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A form of words, though e'er so sound

Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #31 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 A form of words, though e’er so sound, Can never save a soul; The Holy Ghost must give the wound, And make the wounded whole. 2 Though God’s election is a truth, Small comfort there I see, Till I am told by God’s own mouth, That he has chosen me. 3 [Sinners, I read, are justified, By faith in Jesus’ blood; But when to me that blood’s applied, ’Tis then it does me good.] 4 [To perseverance I agree; The thing to me is clear; Because the Lord has promised me That I shall persevere.] 5 [Imputed righteousness I own A doctrine most divine; For Jesus to my heart makes known That all his merit’s mine.] 6 That Christ is God I can avouch, And for his people cares, Since I have prayed to him as such, And he has heard my prayers. 7 That sinners black as hell, by Christ Are saved, I know full well; For I his mercy have not missed, And I am black as hell. 8 Thus, Christians glorify the Lord, His Spirit joins with ours In bearing witness to his word, With all its saving powers. Topics: Person and Power of the Spirit Languages: English
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Christ, a True Friend

Author: Swain Hymnal: SHPW1844 #132 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: A Friend there is, your voices join Lyrics: 1 A Friend there is, your voices join, Ye saints, to praise his name, Whose truth and kindness are divine, Whose love’s a constant flame. 2 When most we need his helping hand, This Friend is always near; With heaven and earth at his command, He waits to answer prayer. 3 His love no end or measure knows; No change can turn its course; Immutably the same, it flows From one eternal source! 4 When frowns appear to veil his face, And clouds surround his throne, He hides the purpose of his grace, To make it better known. 5 And if our dearest comforts fall Before his sovereign will, He never takes away our all – Himself he gives us still. 6 [Our sorrows in the scale he weighs, And measures out our pains; The wildest storm his word obeys; His word its rage restrains.] Topics: Offices and Characters of Christ Languages: English
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The Fulness of Christ

Author: Fawcett Hymnal: SHPW1844 #184 (1844) First Line: A fulness resides in Jesus our Head Lyrics: 1 A fulness resides in Jesus our Head, And ever abides to answer our need; The Father’s good pleasure has laid up in store A plentiful treasure, to give to the poor. 2 Whate’er be our wants, we need not to fear; Our numerous complaints his mercy will hear; His fulness shall yield us abundant supplies; His power shall shield us when dangers arise. 3 The fountain o’erflows, our woes to redress, Still more he bestows, and grace upon grace. His gifts in abundance we daily receive; He has a redundance for all that believe. 4 Whatever distress awaits us below, Such plentiful grace will Jesus bestow As still shall support us and silence our fear, For nothing can hurt us while Jesus is near. 5 When troubles attend, or danger, or strife, His love will defend and guard us through life; And when we are fainting and ready to die, Whatever is wanting, his grace will supply. Topics: Christ All and In All Languages: English
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Glorying in Infirmities

Author: W. Gadsby Hymnal: SHPW1844 #613 (1844) First Line: A helpless worm am I Lyrics: 1 A helpless worm am I, Yet often start aside; Infirmities annoy, And enemies deride; Ten thousand evils me assault, And wound my soul, and make me halt. 2 I want to be set free From every hateful foe, From each infirmity, And only pleasure know; But ’tis my heavenly Father’s will, That I infirmities should feel. 3 [Infirmities, as means, Have taught my soul to see, That nought, how fair it seems, But Christ will do for me; I must have Christ as All in all, Or sink in ruin, guilt, and thrall.] 4 I’ll gladly glory, then, In my infirmity, That Jesus’ power and name, May ever rest on me; I’ll bless his name; he’ll bring me through, And he’ll have all the glory too. Topics: Tribulation and Inconstancy of Mind Languages: English
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The Beggar

Author: W. Gadsby Hymnal: SHPW1844 #588 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: A limping beggar, clothed in rags Lyrics: 1 A limping beggar, clothed in rags; Disgraceful and forlorn; In self a mass of hateful dregs, In Satan’s image born; 2 To Jesus comes, with all his woes, And loud for mercy cries; And mercy, like a river, flows From Jesus’ heart and eyes. 3 He takes the rebel to his breast, And, with a touch divine, Heals him of all his wretchedness, And makes his face to shine. 4 Himself he binds by oath and blood, To take the wretch to bliss; Then gives his soul a glimpse of God, And kills him with a kiss. 5 Salvation unto God belongs! Amen! we’ll bless his name; And when we have immortal tongues, We’ll still repeat the same. Topics: Salvation and Free Grace Languages: English
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Christ very God and Man

Author: Hart Hymnal: SHPW1844 #23 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: A man there is, a real Man Lyrics: 1 A Man there is, a real Man, With wounds still gaping wide, From which rich streams of blood once ran, In hands, and feet, and side. 2 [’Tis no wild fancy of our brains, No metaphor we speak; The same dear Man in heaven now reigns That suffered for our sake.] 3 This wondrous Man of whom we tell, Is true Almighty God; He bought our souls from death and hell; The price, his own heart’s blood. 4 That human heart he still retains, Though throned in highest bliss; And feels each tempted member’s pains; For our affliction’s his. 5 Come, then, repenting sinner, come; Approach with humble faith; Owe what thou wilt, the total sum Is cancelled by his death. 6 His blood can cleanse the blackest soul, And wash our guilt away; He will present us sound and whole, In that tremendous day. Topics: Person of Christ Languages: English

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