And when our hearts are cold and dead
O help us, Lord, the more.
O help us, through the pray'r of faith
More firmly to believe;
For still the more the servant hath,
The more shall he receive.
O help us, Jesus, from on high;
We know no help but Thee;
O help us so to live and die
As Thine in Heav'n to be.
HYMN 89.
O Lord! turn not Thy face away
From him that lies prostrate,
Lamenting sore his sinful life,
Before Thy mercy gate;
Which Thou dost open wide to those
That do lament their sin;
O shut it not against me Lord,
But let me enter in.
Call me not to a strict account
How I have lived here;
For then I know full well, O Lord,
Most vile I shall appear.
So come I to the throne of grace,
Where mercy doth abound;
Desiring mercy for my sin,
To heal my deadly wound.
