A Collection of Hymns, selected from sundry poets ‎#XII

XII. Pardon and Sanctification

1 My crimes awake, and hideous fear
Distracts my restless mind,
Guilt meets my eyes with horrid glare,
And hell pursues behind.

2 Almighty vengeance frowns on high,
And flames array the throne:
While thunder murmurs round the sky,
Impatient to be gone.

3 Where shall I hide this noxious head;
Can rocks or mountains save?
Or shall I wrap me in the shade
Of midnight and the grave?

4 Is there no shelter from the eye
Of a revenging God?
Jesus, to thy dear wound I fly,
Bedew me with thy blood.

5 Those guardian drops my soul secure,
And wash away my sin;
Eternal justice frowns no more,
And conscience smiles within.

6 I bless that wondrous purple stream,
That whitens every stain;
Yet is my soul but half redeem'd,
If sin the tyrant reign.

7 Lord, blast his empire with thy breath,
That cursed throne must fall,
Ye flattering plagues that work my death
Fly, for I hate you all.

Text Information

• First Line: My crimes awake, and hideous fear
• Title: Pardon and Sanctification
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Notes: Public Domain.

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