Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#II.LXXXV

II.LXXXV. Sufficiency of pardon

1 Why does your face, ye humble souls,
Those mournful colours wear?
What doubts are these that waste your faith,
And nourish your despair?

2 What tho' your num'rous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,
And aiming at th' eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rise.

3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation swell,
And has its curs'd foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell:

4 See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace;
Behold a dying Saviour’s veins
The sacred flood increase:

5 It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne’er be found.

6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pard'ning blood that swells above
Our follies, and our thoughts.

Text Information

• First Line: Why does your face, ye humble souls
• Title: Sufficiency of pardon
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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