Text: | God ready to forgive; or, Despair sinful |
Author: | Stogdon |
1 What mean these jealousies and fears,
As if the Lord were loth to save,
Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears,
Or sink with sorrow to the grave?
2 Does he want slaves to grace his throne?
Or crush them with an iron rod?
Loves he the deep despairing groan?
Is he a tyrant, or a God.
3 Not all the sins which we have wrought
So much his tender bowels grieve,
As this unkind injurious thought,
That he's unwilling to forgive.
4 What tho' our crimes are black as night,
Or glowing like the crimson morn,
Immanuel's blood will make them white
As snow thro' the pure aether borne.
5 Lord, 'tis amazing grace we won,
And well may rebel-worms surprise,
But was not thy incarnate son
A most amazing sacrifice?
6 "I've found a ransom," saith the lord,
"No humble penitent shall die;"
Lord, we would now believe thy word,
And thy unbounded mercies try!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | What mean these jealousies and fears |
Title: | God ready to forgive; or, Despair sinful |
Author: | Stogdon |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | Scripture Doctrines and Blessings: Pardon; Christ: Ransom; Sinful Despair(2 more...) |