Text:Repentance
Author:Fawcett

238. Repentance

1 With melting heart and weeping eyes,
My guilty soul for mercy cries;
What shall I do, or whither flee,
To escape the vengeance due to me?

2 Till late, I saw no danger nigh;
I lived at ease, nor feared to die;
Wrapped up in self-conceit and pride,
“I shall have peace at last,” I cried.

3 But when, great God, thy light divine
Had shone on this dark soul of mine,
Then I beheld, with trembling awe,
The terrors of thy holy law.

4 How dreadful now my guilt appears,
In childhood, youth, and growing years;
Before thy pure discerning eye,
Lord, what a filthy wretch am I!

5 Should vengeance still my soul pursue,
Death and destruction are my due;
Yet mercy can my guilt forgive,
And bid a dying sinner live.

6 Does not thy sacred word proclaim
Salvation free in Jesus’ name?
To him I look, and humbly cry,
“O save a wretch condemned to die!”

Text Information
First Line: With melting heart, and weeping eyes
Title: Repentance
Author: Fawcett
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
Topic: Fruits of the Spirit: Repentance
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