The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns ‎#CCXII

CCXII. Pardoning Grace

1 Out of the Depths of long distress,
The Borders of Despair,
I sent my Cries to seek thy Grace,
My Groans to move thine Ear.

2 Great! God! should thy severer Eye,
And thine impartial Hand,
Mark and revenge Iniquity,
No mortal Flesh could stand.

3 But there are Pardons with my GOD
For Crimes of high Degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his Blood,
To draw us near to Thee.

4 [I wait for thy Salvation, LORD,
With strong Desires I wait;
My Soul, invited by thy Word,
Stands watching at thy Gate.]

5 [Just as the Guards that keep the Night
Long for the Morning Skies,
Watch the first Beams of breaking Light,
And meet them with their Eyes;

6 So waits my Soul to see thy Grace,
And more intent than they,
Meets the first Op'nings of thy Face,
And finds a brighter Day.]

7 [Then in the LORD let Isra'l trust,
Let Isra'l seek his Face;
The LORD is Good as well as Just,
And plenteous is his Grace.

8 There's full Redemption at his Throne
For Sinners long enslav'd;
The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Isra'l shall be sav'd.]

Text Information

• First Line: Out of the depths of long distress
• Title: Pardoning Grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Spiritual Poverty
• Notes: Public Domain.

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