1 Our sins, alas! how strong they be!
And like a violent sea,
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.
2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heav'nly shore.
3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.
4 There shall we sit, and sing and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heav'nly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in ev'ry face.
5 For ever his dear sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and Salvation be
The close of ev'ry song.
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First Line: | Our sins, alas! how strong they be! |
Title: | Freedom from sin and misery in heaven |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |