1 How heavy is the Night
That hangs upon our Eyes!
Till Christ with his reviving Light
Upon our Souls arise!
2 Our guilty Spirits dread
To meet the Wrath of Heaven;
But, in thy Righteousness array'd
We see our Sins forgiven.
3 Unholy and impure
Are all our Thoughts and Ways;
Thy hand infected Nature cure
With sanctifying Grace.
4 The powers of Hell agree
To hold our Souls in vain;
He set'st the Sons of Bondage free,
And break'st the cursed Chain
5 Lord, we adore thy Ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign Power, thy healing Grace,
And thine atoning Blood.
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First Line: | How heavy is the Night |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |