Text: | Pardoning Grace |
1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries:
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear.
3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display!
4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain:
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son:
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | From deep distress and troubled thoughts |
Title: | Pardoning Grace |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Backsliding: pardoned; Comfort: and pardon; Confession: of sin, repentance, and pardon(7 more...) |