252. Attend, my soul, with awe

1 Attend, my soul, with awe,
The dictates of thy God;
Silent and trembling hear the voice
Of his appointed rod.

2 Now let me search my ways,
And prostrate seek his face;
Conscious of guilt, before his throne
In dust my soul abase.

3 O teach me what's unknown,
And all my crimes forgive.
Those crimes I would no more repeat,
But to thy honour live.

4 My sorrows plainly show,
That all on earth is vain.
In God my wounded heart confides,
True rest and bliss to gain.

Text Information
First Line: Attend, my soul, with awe
Meter: S. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1814
Topic: Repentance and Conversion
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