Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#268

268. Smote by the law, I'm justly slain

1 Smote by thy law, I'm justly slain;
Great God, behold my case;
Pity a sinner fill'd with pain,
Nor drive me from thy face.

2 Dread terrors fright my guilty soul--
Thy justice, all in flames,
Gives sentence on this heart so foul,
So hard, so full of crimes.

3 'Tis trembling hardness that I feel;
I fear, but don't relent,--
Perhaps of endless death the seal:
Oh, that I could repent!

4 My pray'rs, my tears, my vows are vile;
My duties black with guilt;
On such a wretch can mercy smile,
Tho' Jesus' blood was spilt?

5 Speechless I sink to endless night,
I see an opening hell:
But lo! what glory strikes my sight!
Such glory who can tell!

6 Enwrapt in these bright beams of peace,
I feel a gracious God:
Swell, swell the note: Oh, tell his grace;
Sound his high praise abroad!

Text Information

• First Line: Smote by the law, I'm justly slain
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Scripture:
  Romans 7:9
• Topic: Penitence of the awakened sinner: Penitence; Slain and reviving

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