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I Have a Saviour—He's Pleading in Glory

Author: S. O'Malley Cluff Hymnal: Hymns of Grace and Truth #239 (1903) Topics: The Gospel Christ Pleading First Line: I have a Saviour; He's pleading in glory Refrain First Line: With you he is pleading Languages: English Tune Title: PLEADING

Pleading with God under Affliction

Author: Dr. S. Stennett Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns #CCCXII (1792) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Pleading with God under affliction; Christian Pleading with God under affliction; Pleading with God in trouble First Line: Why should a living man complain Lyrics: 1 Why should a living man complain Of deep distress within, Since every sigh, and every pain, Is but the fruit of sin? 2 No, Lord, I'll patiently submit, Nor ever dare rebel; Yet sure I may, here at thy feet, My painful feelings tell. 3 Thou seest what floods of sorrow rise, And beat upon my soul; One trouble to another cries, Billows, on billows roll. 4 From fear to hope, and hope to fear, My shipwreck'd soul is tost; 'Till I am tempted in despair, To give up all for lost. 5 Yet thro' the stormy clouds I'll look, Once more to thee, my God: O fix my feet upon a rock, Beyond the gaping flood. 6 One look of mercy from thy face, Would set my heart at ease; One all-commanding word of grace Will make the tempest cease. Languages: English

A penitent pleading for mercy

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the Most Approved Authors #CXXXIII (1799) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Mercy Pleaded for; Penitent Pleading for mercy; Mercy Pleaded for; Penitent Pleading for mercy First Line: Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie Lyrics: 1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie, And knock at mercy's door; With heavy heart and downcast eye, Thy favor we implore. 2 [On us, the vast extent display Of thy forgiving love; Take all our heinous guilt away, This heavy load remove. 3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd, Sing down to death and hell; Oh, give our troubled spirits rest, Our num'rous fears dispel.] 4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore, We would thy bowels move; Thy grace is an exhaustless store, And thou thyself art love. 5 Oh, for thy own, for Jesu's sake, Our many sins forgive; Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, And breaking soon relieve. 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, And thy dominion own; Nor let a rival more pretend To repossess thy throne. Languages: English

A penitent pleading for mercy

Hymnal: The Hartford Selection of Hymns #CXXXIII (1802) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Topics: Mercy Pleaded for; Penitent Pleading for mercy; Mercy Pleaded for; Penitent Pleading for mercy First Line: Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie Lyrics: 1 Lord, at thy feet we sinners lie, And knock at mercy's door; With heavy heart and downcast eye, Thy favor we implore. 2 [On us, the vast extent display Of thy forgiving love; Take all our heinous guilt away, This heavy load remove. 3 We sink, with all this weight oppress'd, Sing down to death and hell; Oh, give our troubled spirits rest, Our num'rous fears dispel.] 4 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore, We would thy bowels move; Thy grace is an exhaustless store, And thou thyself art love. 5 Oh, for thy own, for Jesu's sake, Our many sins forgive; Thy grace our rocky hearts can break, And breaking soon relieve. 6 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend, And thy dominion own; Nor let a rival more pretend To repossess thy throne. Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #71 (1786) Topics: Pleading without repining; Pleading without repining First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without Repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #71 (1790) Topics: Pleading without repining; Pleading without repining First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #77 (1786) Topics: Pleading without repining; Pleading without repining First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while, Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-Bed Devotion; or pleading without repining

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #77 (1787) Topics: Pleading without repining; Pleading without repining First Line: God of my life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my life, look gently down, Behold the pains I feel; But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murmuring word, Against thy chastening hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty's lost. 5 I'm but a stranger here below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the summons hear! 6 But if my life be spared a while Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Sick-bed Devotion or, Pleading without Repining

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #72b (1740) Topics: Pleading without repining First Line: God of my Life, look gently down Lyrics: 1 God of my Life look gently down, Behold the Pains I feel. But I am dumb before thy Throne, Nor dare dispute thy Will. 2 Diseases are thy Servants, Lord, They come at thy Command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring Word, Against thy chast'ning Hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble Cries, Remove thy sharp Rebukes; My Strength consumes, my Spirit dies, Through thy repeated Strokes. 4 Crush'd as a Moth beneath thy Hand, We moulder to the Dust; Our feeble Pow'rs can ne'er withstand, And all our Beauty's lost. 5 [This mortal Life decays apace, How soon the Bubble's broke! Adam and all his num'rous Race Are Vanity and Smoke.] 6 I'm but a Sojourner below, As all my Fathers were; May I be well prepar'd to go, When I the Summons hear! 7 But if my Life be spar'd a while, Before my last Remove, Thy Praise shall be my Business still, And I'll declare thy Love. Scripture: Psalm 39:9-13 Languages: English

Pleading the Promises

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #224a (1740) Topics: Pleading the promises; Promises pleaded First Line: Behold thy waiting Servant, Lord Lyrics: 1 Behold thy waiting Servant, Lord, Devoted to thy Fear; Remember, and confirm thy Word, For all my Hopes are there. 2 Hast thou not writ Salvation down, And promis'd quick'ning Grace? Doth not my Heart address thy Throne? And yet thy Love delays. 3 Mine Eyes for thy Salvation fail; O bear thy Servant up; Nor let the scoffing Lips prevail Who dare reproach my Hope. 4 Didst thou not raise my Faith, O Lord? Then let thy Truth appear: Saints shall rejoice in my Reward, And trust as well as fear. Scripture: Psalm 119:38 Languages: English