Society hymns, original and selected on evangelical and experimental subjects ‎#VIII

VIII. Humble Trust

1 Lord, didst thou die, but not for me?
Am I forbid to trust thy blood?
Hast thou not pardon rich and free,
Seal'd in the kind atoning flood?

2 Who then shall drive my trembling soul
From thee to regions of despair?
Who has survey'd the sacred roll,
And found my name not written there?

3 Presumptuous thought! to fix the bound,
To limit mercy's sovereign reign;
What other happy souls have found,
I'll seek, nor shall I seek in vain.

4 I own my guilt, my sins confess;
Can men or devils make them more?
Of crimes, already numberless,
Vain the attempt to swell the score.

5 Were the black list before my sight,
While I remember thou hast dy'd,
'Twould only urge my speedier flight
To seek salvation at thy side.

6 Low at thy feet I'll cast me down,
To thee reveal my guilt and fear;
And, if thou spurn me from thy throne,
I'll be the first who perish there.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, didst thou die, but not for me?
• Title: Humble Trust
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790

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