THOU blessed Son of God most high,
That livest and reignest above the sky,
Yet-condescension great indeed!-
For sinners camest down to bleed.

Though Thou art high, enthroned in light,
And angels veil beneath Thy sight,
Yet Thou dost stoop Thy grace to show,
To visit sinful worms below.

Thou hast convince-ed me of sin,
And made me feel the plague within;
Hast made me long for that rich blood
By which alone there's peace with God.

Look down upon my wounded soul;
Thy balmy blood can make it whole,
Can hope and rest and comfort give.
Oh, speak the word, say, "Look and live."

Give me to know that Thou art mine;
Clothe me with righteousness divine;
From all self-trust and bondage free;
Dear Lord, do Thou remember me.

Oh bid me seek Thy blessed face;
Enlarge my heart with Thy rich grace.
Give me to taste Thy pardoning love,
And my election fully prove.

Oh shed abroad Thy sovereign love,
And all my doubts and fears remove;
Give me the joy of saving faith,
That I may triumph over death.

I have no claim, O Lord, on Thee;
Thy grace is altogether free;
'Tis undeserved and is bestowed
On souls who cry for help to God.

From day to day, from week to week,
I cry to Thee, Thy mercies seek;
And yet how far, O Lord, I feel
From Thee and Thine own Spirit's seal.

Hast Thou not kindled that desire
Which thus doth oft to Heaven aspire?
And wilt Thou then cast me aside?
Shall seeking souls thus be denied?

No; bless Thy name, Thy Word tells me
That Thou wilt set Thy chosen free,
Who day and night to God do cry,
Until He help them from on High.

Hear my request, Thou God of grace;
Behold me in this wilderness,
Struggling with foes and fears so strong-
Dear Saviour, do not tarry long!

- Signs of the Times 1890's