| 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 trouble Thoughts |
| Title: | Pardoning Grace |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Backsliding soul: pardoned; Comfort: amd Pardon; Confession: of Sin, Repentance and Pardon (9 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |