1 Blest Lord, behold the guilty scorn
Of those who hate and mock our praise;
Pity their state, and make them turn,
No more to walk in sinful ways.
2 Anxious we see their wretched state,
Who never think of heav'n or hell;
They laugh and sport, and court the gate,
Which opes where endless terrors dwell.
3 Lead them to view a sinful heart,
A soul all enmity to thee,
Destroy'd, defil'd in every part,
Too proud to bow, to blind to wee.
4 Lead them to view a holy law,
Which justly dooms to endless death,
To feel that guilt which Jesus saw,
And pray'd 'Forgive,' with dying breath.
5 Open their eyes, unstop their ears,
To hear condemning justice sound;
Lord, change their hearts, and then their tears
Will witness grief to all around.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Blest Lord, behold the guilty scorn |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Kingdom and Church of Christ: In a state of Revival; Prayer for opposers of revivals |