I.XCVII | The Psalms of David#I.XCVIII | I.XCIX |
1 How heavy is the Night
That hangs upon our Eyes,
Till Christ, with his reviving Light,
Upon our Souls arise!
2 Our guilty Spirits dread
To meet the Wrath of Heav'n,
But in his Righteousness array'd
We see our Sins forgiven.
3 Unholy and impure
Are all our Thoughts and Ways,
His Hands infected Nature cure
With sanctifying Grace.
4 The Pow'rs of Hell agree
To hold our Souls in vain;
He sets the Sons of Bondage free,
And breaks the cursed Chain.
5 Lord, we adore thy Ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy Sov'reign Pow'r, thy healing Grace,
And thine atoning Blood.
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First Line: | How heavy is the Night |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
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Topic: | Christ: Our Sanctification; Christ: Our Wisdom and Righteousness; Redemption in Christ(1 more...) |