1 O Thou, that hear’st the prayer of faith,
Wilt Thou not save a soul from death,
That casts itself on Thee?
I have no refuge of my own,
But fly to what my Lord hath done
And suffer'd once for me.
2 Slain in the guilty sinner’s stead,
His spotless Righteousness I plead,
And His atoning Blood;
That Righteousness my robe shall be,
Thy Merit shall atone for me,
And bring me near to God.
3 Then save me from eternal death,
The Spirit of adoption breathe,
His consolations send;
By Him some word of life impart,
And sweetly whisper to my heart,
"Thy Maker is thy Friend."
4. The king of terrors then would be
A welcome messenger to me,
To bid me come away:
Unclogged by earth, or earthly things,
I’d mount, I’d fly with eager wings,
To everlasting day.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O Thou that hear'st the prayer of faith |
Meter: | C. P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Faith: Justification by; Faith: In Christ; Forgiveness: Of Sin(3 more...) |
Notes: | Public Domain. |