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Lord, I hear of show’rs of blessing Thou art scatt’ring full and free, Show’rs the thirsty land refreshing; Let some drops now fall on me. |
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Pass me not, O gracious Father! Sinful though my heart may be; Thou might’st leave me, but the rather Let Thy mercy fall on me. |
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Pass me not, O tender Savior! Let me love and cling to Thee; I am longing for Thy favor; While Thou’rt calling, call for me. |
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Pass me not, O Lord, the Spirit! Thou canst make the blind to see; By the Witness of Thy merit, Speak the word of power to me. |
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Love of God, so pure and changeless! Blood of Christ, so rich and free! Grace of God, so strong and boundless! Magnify them all in me. |
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Pass me not! Thy lost one bringing, Bind my heart, O Lord, to Thee; While the streams of life are springing, Blessing others, oh, bless me. |
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Detroit, MI, United States
Elizabeth Codner's own words on how she wrote this hymn, in "The Revival", April 28, 1860:
"A party of young friends over whom I was watching with anxious hope attended a meeting in which details were given of a revival work in Ireland. They came back greatly impressed. My fear was lest their own fleece remain dry, and I pressed upon them the privilege and responsibility of getting a share in the outpoured blessing. On the Sunday following, not being well enough to get out, I had a time of quiet communion. Those children were still on my heart, and I longed to press upon them an earnest individual appeal. Without effort words seemed to be given to me, and they took the form of a hymn,” which as it was passed from one to another of the young people, “became a word of power.”
Upper Marlboro, Maryland, United States
This was a favorite song of my beloved grandfather Rev. Frank Hardwick. Written by Lucy Campbell. It brings back such memories... 'let some blessings fall on me, even me Lord!"