The Cyber Hymnal ‎#12188

12188. Hence From My Soul, My Sins, Depart

1 Hence from my soul, my sins, depart,
Your fatal friendship now I see;
Long have you dwelt too near my heart:
Hence, to eternal distance flee.

2 Ye gave my dying Lord His wound,
Yet I caressed your viperous brood,
And in my heart-strings lapped you round,
You, the vile murderers of my God.

3 Black heavy thoughts, like mountains, roll
O’er my poor breast, with boding fears,
And crushing hard my tortured soul,
Wring thro’ my eyes the briny tears.

4 Forgive my treasons, Prince of Grace,
The bloody Jews were traitors too,
Yet Thou hast prayed for that cursed race,
"Father, they know not what they do."

5 Great Advocate, look down and see
A wretch, whose smarting sorrows bleed;
O plead the same excuse for me!
For, Lord, I knew not what I did.

6 Peace, my complaints; let every groan
Be still, and silence wait His love;
Compassions dwell amidst His throne,
And thro’ His inmost bowels move.

7 Lo, from the everlasting skies,
Gently, as morning dews distill,
The dove immortal downward flies,
With peaceful olive in his bill.

8 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds!
Sweet the relief to deep distress!
I feel the balm that heals my wounds,
And all my powers adore the grace.

Text Information

• First Line: Hence from my soul, my sins, depart
• Title: Hence From My Soul, My Sins, Depart
• Author: Isaac Watts
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: Horae Lyricae 1709, Book 1
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: SALVETE FLORES
• Composer: John Bacchus Dykes (1875)
• Meter: LM
• Key: C Major
• Copyright: Public Domain