1 Come, sinners, saith the mighty God,
Henious as all your crimes have been,
Lo! I descend from mine abode,
To reason with the sons of men.
2 No clouds of darkness veil my face,
No vengeful lightnings flash around;
I come with terms of life and peace;
Where sin hath reign'd let grace abound.
3 Yes, Lord, we will obey thy call,
And to thy gracious sceptre bow;
O make our crimson sins like wool,
Our scarlet crimes as white as snow.
5 So shall our thankful lips repeat
Thy praises with a tuneful voice,
While humbly prostrate at thy feet,
We wonder, tremble, and rejoice.
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First Line: | Come, sinners, saith the mighty God |
Title: | God reasoning with Men |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
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