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Text: | Padron spoken |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 My Saviour, let me hear thy voice
Pronounce the words of peace;
And all my warmest powers shall join
To celebrate thy grace.
2 With gentle smiles call me thy child,
And speak my sins forgiv'n;
The accents mild shall charm mine ear
All like the harps of heaven.
3 Cheerful, where'er thy hand shall lead,
The darkest path I'll tread;
Cheerful I'll quit these mortal shores,
And mingle with the dead.
4 When dreadful guilt is done away,
No other fears we know;
That hand, which scatters pardon down,
Shall crowns of life bestow.
5 What glory, Lord, to thee is due!
With wonder I adore;
But could I sing as angels do,
My highest praise were poor.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | My Saviour, let me hear thy voice |
Title: | Padron spoken |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The Sensible Sinner |