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Whence shall my tears begin?

Author: Andrew of Crete; John M. Neale Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #8586 Meter: 6.6.8.6.10.10 Lyrics: 1 Whence shall my tears begin? What first-fruits shall I bear Of earnest sorrow for my sin? Or how my woes declare? O Thou! the merciful and gracious One Forgive the foul transgressions I have done. 2 With Adam I have vied, Yea, passed him, in my fall; And I am naked now, by pride And lust made bare of all; Of Thee, O God, and that celestial band, And all the glory of the promised land. 3 No earthly Eve beguiled My body into sin: A spiritual temptress smiled, Concupiscence within: Unbridled passion grasped the unhallowed sweet: Most bitter—ever bitter—was the meat. 4 If Adam’s righteous doom, Because he dared transgress Thy one decree, lost Eden’s bloom And Eden’s loveliness: What recompense, O Lord, must I expect, Who all my life Thy quickening laws neglect? 5 By mine own act, like Cain, A murderer was I made: By mine own act my soul was slain, When Thou wast disobeyed: And lusts each day are quickened, warring still Against Thy grace with many a deed of ill. 6 Thou formed’st me of clay, O heav’nly Potter! Thou In fleshly vesture didst array, With life and breath endow. Thou who didst make, didst ransom, and dost know To Thy repentant creature pity show! 7 My guilt for vengeance cries; But yet Thou pardonest all, And whom Thou lov’st Thou dost chastise, And mourn’st for them that fall: Thou, as a Father, mark’st our tears and pain, And welcomest the prodigal again. 8 I lie before Thy door, O turn me not away! Nor in mine old age give me o’er To Satan for a prey! But ere the end of life and term of grace, Thou merciful! my many sins efface! 9 The priest beheld, and passed The way he had to go: A careless glance the Levite cast, And left me to my woe: But Thou, O Jesu, Mary’s Son, console, Draw nigh, and succor me, and make me whole! 10 Thou spotless Lamb divine, Who takest sins away, Remove, remove, the load that mine Upon my conscience lay: And, of Thy tender mercy, grant Thou me To find remission of iniquity. Languages: English Tune Title: COVENANT
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Whence Shall My Tears Begin?

Author: John Mason Neale; Andrew of Crete, c. 660-732 Hymnal: Hymns of the Eastern Church (5th ed.) #78 (1866) Meter: 6.6.8.6.10.10 Lyrics: Whence shall my tears begin? What first-fruits shall I bear Of earnest sorrow for my sin? Or how my woes declare? O Thou! the Merciful and Gracious One Forgive the foul transgressions I have done. With Adam I have vied, Yea, passed him, in my fall; And I am naked now, by pride And lust made bare of all; Of Thee, O GOD, and that Celestial Band, And all the glory of the Promised Land. No earthly Eve beguiled My body into sin: A spiritual temptress smiled, Concupiscence within: Unbridled Passion grasped the unhallowed sweet: Most bitter—ever bitter—was the meat. If Adam’s righteous doom, Because he dared transgress Thy one decree, lost Eden’s bloom And Eden’s loveliness: What recompence, O LORD, must I expect, Who all my life Thy quickening laws neglect? By mine own act, like Cain, A murderer was I made: By mine own act my soul was slain, When Thou wast disobeyed: And lusts each day are quickened, warring still Against Thy grace with many a deed of ill. Thou formed’st me of clay, O Heav’nly Potter! Thou In fleshly vesture didst array, With life and breath endow. Thou Who didst make, didst ransom, and dost know To Thy repentant creature pity show! My guilt for vengeance cries; But yet Thou pardonest all, And whom Thou lov’st Thou dost chastise, And mourn’st for them that fall: Thou, as a Father, mark’st our tears and pain, And welcomest the prodigal again. I lie before Thy door, O turn me not away! Nor in mine old age give me o’er To Satan for a prey! But ere the end of life and term of grace, Thou Merciful! my many sins efface! The Priest beheld, and passed The way he had to go: A careless glance the Levite cast, And left me to my woe: But Thou, O JESU, Mary’s Son, console, Draw nigh, and succour me, and make me whole! Thou Spotless Lamb divine, Who takest sins away, Remove, remove, the load that mine Upon my conscience lay: And, of Thy tender mercy, grant Thou me To find remission of iniquity Languages: English

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