2 I smite upon my troubled breast, With deep and conscious guilt oppressed; Christ and His cross my only plea: O God, be merciful to me. 3 Far off I stand with tearful eyes, Nor dare uplift them to the skies; But Thou dost all my anguish see: O God, be merciful to me. 4 Nor alms, nor deeds that I have done, 5 And when, redeemed from sin and hell, Also the following: 316 O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry. 317 O Jesus, Saviour of the lost. 319 Weary of earth and laden with my sin. 375 Sinful, sighing to be blest. 379 Lord when we bend before Thy throne. Litany. 66 46 4 For His people's sins chastised, She beheld her Son despised, Scourged, and crowned with thorns en- Saw Him then from judgment taken, Till His Spirit He resigned. 1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross we spend ; Life and health and peace possessing Through the sinner's dying friend. 2 Kneel we here, in wonder, viewing Mercy poured in streams of blood; Precious drops, for pardon suing, Make and plead our peace with God. 3 Truly blessed is the station, Low before His cross to lie, While we see divine compassion Beaming in His dying eye. 4 Here we find our hope of heaven, While upon the Lamb we gaze; Loving much, and much forgiven, Let our hearts o'erflow with praise. 5 Lord, in loving contemplation Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee, Till we taste Thy full salvation, And Thine unveiled glories see. 8.7. 7s. 8.7. |