When Sinners See Their Lost Condition

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Melody - "Wer weiss, wie nahe", Christian Möck, 1818; Seq. by Richard Jordan
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Magnus B. Landstad, 1863, tr. by Oluf H. Smeby, 1909

When sinners see their lost condition
And feel the pressing load of sin
And Jesus cometh on His mission
To heal the sin-sick heart within,
All grief must flee before His grace,
And joy divine will take its place.

2. When Jesus enters meek and lowly
To fill the home with sweetest peace;
When hearts have felt His blessing holy
And found from sin complete release,
Then light and calm within shall reign
And hearts divided love again.

3. When Jesus enters land and nation
And moves the people with His love;
When, yielding to His kind persuasion,
Our hearts His truth and blessing prove,
Then shall our life on earth be blest,
The peace of God on us shall rest.

4. When Jesus comes, --O blessed story!
He works a change in heart and life;
God's kingdom comes with power and glory
To young and old, to man and wife;
Through Sacrament and living Word
Faith, love, and hope are now conferred.

5. Then stilled are cries and lamentation,
Then loosed is Satan's every band,
In death is hope and consolation,
The soul is safe in Jesus' hand.
When we shall walk through death's dark vale,
His rod and staff shall never fail.

6. Oh, may He soon to every nation
Find entrance where He is unknown,
With life and light and full salvation,
That heathendom may be o'erthrown
And healing to the hearts may come
In heathen land and Christian home!

7. Behold, He at the door is knocking!
Hark how He pleads our souls to win!
Who hears His voice - the door unlocking
To sup with him He enters in!
How blest the day, my soul, how blest,
When Jesus comes to be thy Guest!

8. Behold, He at the door is calling;
Oh, heed, my soul, what He doth say!
Deny Him not - O thought appalling
And turn Him not from thee away.
My soul gives answer deep within:
Thou Blessed of the Lord, come in.

9. Come Thou who spreadest joy and gladness,
Forever bide with me and mine
And bring to those who sit in sadness
And gloom of death Thy light divine.
A voice comes from my soul within:
Thou Blessed of the Lord, come in!

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