1 Smote to the heart, by conscious guilt
Of wrong, intended Joseph's blood,
His trembling brethren sue for peace,
And dread chastisement's iron rod.
2 Though evil they—yet Joseph good,
Comforts, speaks kind, wipes off their tears,
And standing as the type of God,
Removes each doubt—and calms all fears.
3 Thus does the soul of sinful men,
Heap indignation, anguish, wrath;
Till heav'n's own purpose in the plan,
Gleams mercy round his clouded path.
4 Lord, thou art good—supremely good!
No condemnation comes from thee:
When enemies redeem'd by blood;
Much more, thy life shall set us free.
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First Line: | Smote to the heart, by conscious guilt |
Title: | Joseph Confronting his Brethren |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | Patriarchal Types, and Prophecies of Christ |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |