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He my cause will undertake,

My Interpreter will be, He's my all-and for His sake

“ God be merciful to me!”


234.—The Only Deliverer.

Acts iv. 12. C.M.


because of my faith," but "I come because I believe."

The Hymn has been translated into LatinQualis sum, nec dicens quare-by Dr. Herbert Kynaston. See Loftie's Latin Year, p. 148. It has also been rendered into most of the European languages. The French version begins thus : “Tel que je suis, pécheur rebelle,

Au nom du sang verté pour moi,
Au nom de ta voix qui m'appelle,
Jésus, je viens a toi !"

UST as I am-without one plea

But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidd'st me come to Thee,

O Lamb of God, I come.

WHEN, wounded sore, the stricken


Lies bleeding and unbound, One only hand, a pierced hand,

Can salve the sinner's wound.

When sorrow swells the laden breast,

And tears of anguish flow, One only heart, a broken heart,

Can feel the sinner's woe.

Just as I am—and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each

O Lamb of God, I come.

When penitence has wept in vain

Over some foul dark spot, One only stream, a stream of blood,

Can wash away the blot.

Just as I am-though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt, Fightings within, and fears without,

O Lamb of God, I come.

'Tis Jesus' blood that washes white,

His hand that brings relief, His heart that's touched with all our joys

And feeleth for our grief.

Just as I am-poor, wretched, blind, Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,

O Lamb of God, I come.

Lift up Thy bleeding hand, O Lord ;

Unscal that cleansing tide; We have no shelter from our sin,

But in Thy wounded side.


Just as I am—Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve:
Because Thy promise I believe,

O Lamb of God, I come.

Just as I am—Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down : Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,

O Lamb of God, I come.

235.—“ Just as I am."

LUKE XV. 22. HIS Hymn from its simplicity and

tenderness is endeared to Christians everywhere. It was first published in

The Invalid's Hymn-book at Brighton, 1836.

The last verse is often omitted-for no sufficient reason, as it would appear. In the fifth verse a wrong punctuation (the omission of the pause at the end of the second line) sometimes makes the teaching appear at variance with evangelical doctrine. The true sense is not "Thou wilt receive

Just as I am- of that free love
The breadth, length, depth, and height to

Here for a season, then above,

O Lamb of God, I come.


236.—Looking to Jesus.

JOHN i. 29.


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HIS Hymn," says Dr. Palmer, "was

written because it was born in my
heart, and demanded expression. I

recollect I wrote the stanzas with
very tender emotion, and ended the last lines with
tears." The Hymn was first given (in 1831 or
1832) to Dr. Lowell Mason, at his request, to be
set to music. “On sitting down at home and
looking it over, he became so much interested in
it that he wrote for it the tune 'Olivet,' to which
it has almost universally been sung. Two or
three days afterwards we met in the street, when
scarcely waiting to salute the writer, he earnestly
exclaimed : 'Mr. Palmer, you may live many
years, and do many good things; but I think you
will be best known to posterity as the author of
"Myfaith looks up to Thee. In 1840 the Hymn
was introduced into England through Dr. Andrew
Reed's Collection, and it now appears in almost
every approved Hymnal. In its simplicity,
truthfulness, and fervour, as well as in its fitness
and grace of expression, it ranks among the chief
of modern Hymns.

“During the American civil war, and on the evening preceding one of the most terrible of the battles, some six or eight Christian young men, who were looking forward to the deadly strife, met together in one of their rooms for prayer. After spending, some time in committing themselves to God and in Christian conversation, and freely speaking together of the probability that they would not all of them survive the morrow, it was suggested by one of the number that they should draw up a paper expressive of the feelings with which they went to stand face to face with death, and all sign it ; and that this should be left as a testimony to the friends of such of them as might fall. This was unanimously agreed to; and after consultation it was decided that a copy of My faith looks up to Thee' should be written out, and that each should subscribe his name to it, so that father, mother, brother, or sister, might know in what spirit they laid down their lives. Of course they did not all meet again."

When ends life's transient dream,
When death's cold sullen stream

Shall o'er me roll,
Blest Saviour, then, in love,
Fear and distrust remove ;
O bear me safe above,-
A ransomed soul !


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237.-Turning to God.

¡ROM Poems by Currer, Acton, and

Ellis Bell, 1846, the pseudonyms of
the three sisters Bronté. Anne was

the youngest. The story of the brave,
sorrowful lives of these children of genius is
known wherever the English language is spoken.
The author of this Hymn, and of another poem
beginning :
"I hoped that with the brave and strong

My portioned task would lie,"
died at Scarborough, 1849. “When near her end,
being asked if she felt easier, she replied, It is
not you who can give me case; but soon all will
be well, through the merits of our Redeemer."

The word "cherish " in the last line is altered
in most hymn-books to "welcome." Readers
can judge for themselves whether this would be
an improvement ; we have thought it best to give
the line as originally written.

PPRESSED with sin and woe,

A burdened heart I bear,
Opposed by many a mighty foe,

Yet will I not despair.

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Thus let my life in ceaseless progress

move, On into deeper knowledge, Lord, of

Thee, The length, the breadth, the height, the

depth of Love, That first could care for, then did stoop to me.


TEARY and sad, a wanderer from

Thee, By grief heart-broken, and by sin

defiled; O what a joy in sorrow 'tis to be Conscious that I am still, O God, Thy


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