Text:Confession and Pardon
Author:Dr. Watts

LXXXVIII. Confession and Pardon

1 My sorrows like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.

2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.

3 How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies,
And yet, and yet, O matchless grace!
Thy thunder silent lies.

4 O shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love?
Am I of such hell-harden'd steel
That mercy cannot move.

5 O'ercome by dying love,
Here at thy cross I lie:
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.

6 "Rise," says the Savior, "rise,
"Behold my wounded veins;
"Here flows a sacred crimson flood,
"To wash away thy stains."

7 See, God is reconcil'd!
Behold his smiling face!
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings
And sound aloud his grace.

Text Information
First Line: My sorrows like a flood
Title: Confession and Pardon
Author: Dr. Watts
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ;
Topic: Scripture Doctrines and Blessings: Pardon; Pardon: Confession and pardon
Source: Dr. Watts's Lyric Poems
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