Couple more hymns

A few more hymns, not by Winkworth —

GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Show the brightness of Thy face:
Shine upon us, Saviour, shine;
Fill Thy Church with light divine;
And Thy saving health extend,
Unto earth’s remotest end.

Let the people praise Thee, Lord;
Be by all that live adored;
Let the nations shout and sing
Glory to their Saviour King;
At Thy feet their tributes pay,
And Thy holy will obey.
 
Let the people praise Thee, Lord,
Earth shall then her fruits afford;
God to man His blessing give;
Man to God devoted live;
All below, and all above,
One in joy and light and love.

JUST 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!

Just as I am—and waiting not     
To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot—
      O Lamb of God, I come!
 
Just as I am—though toss’d about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,   
Fightings and fears within, without—
      O Lamb of God, I come!
 
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!

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!
 
Just as I am—of that free love,   
The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,
Here, for a season, then above—
      O Lamb of God, I come!

LONG did I toil, and knew no earthly rest,
  Far did I rove, and find no certain home;
At last I sought them in His sheltering breast,
  Who opes His arms and bids the weary come:
With Him I found a home, a rest Divine,
And I since them am His, and He is mine.
Yes I since them am His, and He is mine.
 
Yes, He is mine—and nought of earthly things
  Nor all the charms of pleasure, wealth, or power,
The fame of heroes or the pomp of kings,
  Could tempt me to forget His love one hour.
Go, worthless world, I cry, with all that’s thine:
Go, I my Saviour’s am, and He is mine.

Whate’er may change, in Him no change is seen;
  A glorious sun that wanes not nor declines;
Above the clouds and storms He walks serene,
  And sweetly on His people’s darkness shines:
Changes may come; I fret not nor repine
Content while I am His and He is mine.