CCLXVII | A Selection of Hymns#CCLXVIII | CCLXIX |
1 Searcher of hearts, before thy face
I all my soul display;
And conscious of its innate arts,
Intreat thy strict survey.
2 If lurking in its inmost folds,
I any sin conceal,
O let a ray of light divine
The secret guile reveal.
3 If tinctur'd with that odious gall
Unknowing I remain,
Let grace, like a pure silver stream,
Wash out th' accused stain.
4 If in these fatal fetters bound
A wretched slave I lie,
Smite off my chains, and wake my soul
To light and liberty.
4 To humble penitence and prayer
Be gentle pity given;
Speak ample pardon to my heart,
And seal its claim to heaven.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Searcher of hearts, before thy face |
Title: | Peter's Admonition to Simon Magus, turned into Prayer |
Author: | Dr. Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Graces of the Spirit: Repentance; Repentance praised for |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |