Do not pass by Your servant.@Genesis 18:3
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Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)

Fanny Crosby, 1868; first appeared in Songs of Devotion, by Howard Doane (New York: 1870).

Hers was an age of evangelistic singing missions, and Fanny Crosby’s hymns were always in request. So popular was the little poetess that she was invited to speak at many places where these missions were held. On one occasion, it was at a state prison. Much was hoped for from this particular meeting. As Fanny was speaking—and her very blindness gave her power—first one prisoner and then another would interrupt by calling on the good Lord not to pass me by.

Fanny told that she was so touched by the pleas of these men that she could not get the thought of them out of her mind; indeed she said, I wrote the lines with the men’s pleading wail still in my ears.

Blanchard, pp. 76-77

In a Western State lived an old man who was in the habit of going fishing on Sunday afternoons. Near the pond was a schoolhouse where Sunday School was held. Frequently they sang, Pass Me not, O Gentle Saviour, during the afternoon service, and for some reason the old man was unable to forget the melody. One day he threw down his fishing-rod and went up to the schoolhouse. He was invited to the Sabbath School, but he said, No, I cannot come today, for I am not dressed well enough. Then he promised he would come if the children would sing Pass Me Not, O Gentle Saviour. Two years after, in the presence of Mr. Doane, the old man, who was converted, related this story, and said, God bless William H. Doane and Fanny Crosby.

Jackson, p. 13

W. Howard Doane, 1870 ( pdf nwc).

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W. Howard Doane (1832-1915)

Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

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Savior, Savior,
Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
Find a sweet relief,
Kneeling there in deep contrition;
Help my unbelief.

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Trusting only in Thy merit,
Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
Save me by Thy grace.

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Thou the Spring of all my comfort,
More than life to me,
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
Whom in Heav’n but Thee?

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