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O thou great friend

Author: Theodore Parker Hymnal: The Beacon Song and Service book #79 (1935) Meter: 10.10.10.10 First Line: O thou great friend to all the sons of men Topics: Jesus Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN

Weary of earth, and laden with my sin

Author: S. J. Stone Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #82 (1898) Meter: 10.10.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look to heaven and long to enter in: But there no evil thing may find a home; And yet I hear a voice that bids me "Come." 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way, Evil is ever with me day be day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." 4 It is the voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 5 'Twas He Who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 6 O great Absolve, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness. 7 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and Thine the life laid down. Amen. Topics: Lent; Parochial Missions; Penitence Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN

Weary of earth, and laden with my sin

Author: S. J. Stone Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #85 (1920) Lyrics: 1 Weary of earth, and laden with my sin, I look at heav'n and long to enter in, But there no evil thing may find a home: And yet I hear a Voice that bids me "Come." 2 So vile I am, how dare I hope to stand In the pure glory of that holy land? Before the whiteness of that throne appear? Yet there are Hands stretched out to draw me near. 3 The while I fain would tread the heavenly way Evil is ever with me day by day; Yet on mine ears the gracious tidings fall, "Repent, confess, thou shalt be loosed from all." 4 It is the Voice of Jesus that I hear; His are the Hands stretched out to draw me near, And His the Blood that can for all atone, And set me faultless there before the throne. 5 'T was He Who found me on the deathly wild, And made me heir of heaven, the Father's child, And day by day, whereby my soul may live, Gives me His grace of pardon, and will give. 6 O great Absolver, grant my soul may wear The lowliest garb of penitence and prayer, That in the Father's courts my glorious dress May be the garment of Thy righteousness. 7 Yea, Thou wilt answer for me, righteous Lord; Thine all the merits, mine the great reward; Thine the sharp thorns, and mine the golden crown; Mine the life won, and thine the life laid down. Topics: Lent Languages: English Tune Title: LANGRAN