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1 Lord, I would spread my sore Distress
And Guilt before thine Eyes;
Against thy Laws, against thy Grace
How high my Crimes arise!
2 Shouldst thou condemn my Soul to Hell,
And crush my Flesh to Dust,
Heav'n would approve thy Vengeance well,
And Earth must own it just.
3 I from the Stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my Original is Shame,
And all my Nature Sin.
4 Born in a World of Guilt, I drew
Contagion with my Breath;
And as my Days advanc'd, I grew
A juster Prey for Death.
5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and chear my Soul
With thy forgiving Love;
O make my broken Spirit whole,
And bid my Pains remove.
6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy Face;
Create anew my vicious Heart,
And fill it with thy Grace.
7 Then will I make thy Mercy known
Before the Sons of Men;
Backsliders shall address thy Throne,
And turn to GOD again.
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First Line: | Lord, I would spread my sore Distress |
Title: | Orignal and actual Sin confessed and pardoned |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Backsliding soul: restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ: Our Hope(9 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |