Așa cum sunt

Așa cum sunt la Tine vin,
Putere n-am, Tu-mi fi sprijin.
Mă spală-n sângele divin;
O, Mielule, eu vin, eu vin.
De îndoieli sunt apăsat,
De ispitiri împresurat.
Slăbit, de valuri mult purtat;
O, Mielule, eu vin, eu vin.
Isuse, știu că-s rătăcit;
Doresc să fiu călăuzit,
Să fiu bogat și fericit;
O, Mielule, eu vin, eu vin.
Așa cum sunt, Tu mă primești,
Păcatul nici nu-mi amintești.
Crezând, deplin mă mântuiești;
O, Mielule, eu vin, eu vin.
Compusă în 1835. S1S2S3S4

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Strig către Tine A

Darlene Zschech

Al meu Domn, Părinte nimeni ca Tine nu e! Cât voi trăi Îți voi slăvi Lucrarea mâinilor Tale. Refugiu, scăpare, în brațul Tău eu găsesc. Cu viața mea, cu tot ce am Totdeauna laudă-Ți voi da. Strig către Tine, o, Doamne, Te caut! Tu ești Împăratul, puterea Ți

Ai deschis cerul Tău A

Adi Galigher

Ai deschis cerul Tău, ai lăsat slava Ta, Și-ai venit pentru mine, un biet păcătos. M-ai iubit așa mult, c-ai murit la Calvar Să deschizi ochii mei să-nțeleg și să Te slăvesc. Pentru cântec, speranță și rază de soare, Lumină și pace pe-a mea cărare, Pentru t

El e 'nălțat! F

Twila Paris

El e ’nălțat, Împăratul divin e ’nălțat; Îl voi lăuda! El e ’nălțat, Împăratul divin, Veșnic Îl voi lăuda! El este Domn, da, El Adevărul e! Cer și pământ Tresaltă ’naintea Lui! El e ’nălțat, Împăratul divin e ’nălțat! El e ’nălțat, Împăratul divin e ’nălța

O noapte preasfințită G

Franz Xaver Gruber, Joseph Mohr

O noapte preasfințită! Toate-s în odihnă. Toți dorm, numai părinții sfinți Stau veghind lângă a lor iubit. /: Dormi și Tu, o, Prunc Sfânt! :/ O noapte preasfințită! Glas îngeresc sună. Auzi din cer „Aleluia!” Acest cuvânt, o, cum răsună: /: Hristos ne mântu

Versiunea Originală

Just as I am

Just as I am - without one plea,
But that Thy blood was shed for me,
And that Thou bidst 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!

Povestea din Spate (EN)

Charlotte Elliot wrote this song about how to find salvation through Christ. It has been used by many as the call to the altar at the close of services, as it brings a quiet simple message of sin, forgiveness, and salvation to all that turn from sin and trust in Jesus.
John Brownlie described the hymn story in his book "Hymns and Hymn Writers of the Church Hymnary":

Charlotte's brother, the Rev. H. V. Elliott planned to hold a charity bazaar designed to give, at a nominal cost, a high education to the daughters of clergymen supported by St Mary Church:
The night before the bazaar she was kept wakeful by distressing thoughts of her apparent uselessness ; and these thoughts passed by a transition easy to imagine into a spiritual conflict, till she questioned the reality of her whole spiritual life, and wondered whether it were anything better after all than an illusion of the emotions, an illusion ready to be sorrowfully dispelled. The next day, the busy day of the bazaar, she lay upon her sofa in that most pleasant boudoir set apart for her in Westfield Lodge, ever a dear resort to her friends." The troubles of the night came back upon her with such force that she felt they must be met and conquered in the grace of God. She gathered up in her soul the great certainties, not of her emotions, but of her salvation : her Lord, His power, His promise. And taking pen and paper from the table she deliberately set down in writing, for her own comfort, "the formulae of her faith." Hers was a heart which always tended to express its depths in verse. So in verse she restated to herself the Gospel of pardon, peace, and heaven. "Probably without difficulty or long pause" she wrote the hymn, getting comfort by thus definitely "recollecting" the eternity of the Rock beneath her feet. There, then, always, not only for some past moment, but " even now " she was accepted in the Beloved "Just as I am."