Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#421

421. Holy Lord God! I love thy truth

1 Holy Lord God! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent’s tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

2 But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell;
One sin unslain within my breast,
Would make that heaven as dark as hell.

4 The prisoner, sent to breathe fresh air,
And bless'd with liberty again,
Would mourn were he condemned to wear
One link of all his former chain.

5 But oh! no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian’s head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin for ever dead.

Text Information

• First Line: Holy Lord God! I love thy truth
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christian experience: Sanctification and christian graces; Hatred of Sin

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