1 O that I had a seraph's fire,
His rapt'rous song and golden lyre,
To chant the love and grace supreme,
Reveal'd as in the gospel scheme.
2 Here's pardon full, for sins that's past--
It matters not how black their cast;
And, O my soul, with wonder view,
For sins to come, here's pardon too.
3 When Jesus died, our debts were paid,
Our sins laid on this Scape-Goat's head;
Were to the trackless desert drove,
And buried in eternal love.
4 In this abyss of love profound,
When sought for they shall not be found;
Hid from Jehovah's piercing eye,
There in oblivion's shades, they lie.
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First Line: | O that I had a seraph's fire |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Praise to the Redeemer; Salvation through Jesus Christ: Addresses to Christ and gratitude for redeeming love |