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CLXVI. FOR THE FEAR OF GOD.
God of all grace, and majesty,
Supremely great, and good,
If I have favour found with Thee,
Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all Thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear, lest I should ever grieve
The gracious Spirit Divine.
Supremely great, and good,
If I have favour found with Thee,
Through the atoning blood;
The guard of all Thy mercies give,
And to my pardon join
A fear, lest I should ever grieve
The gracious Spirit Divine.
If mercy is indeed with Thee,
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against Thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner,
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.
May I obedient prove,
Nor e'er abuse my liberty,
Or sin against Thy love:
This choicest fruit of faith bestow
On a poor sojourner,
And let me pass my days below
In humbleness and fear.
Rather I would in darkness mourn
The absence of Thy peace,
Than e'er by light irreverence turn
Thy grace to wantonness:
Rather I would in painful awe
Beneath Thine anger move,
Than e'er reject the gospel-law
Of liberty and love.
The absence of Thy peace,
Than e'er by light irreverence turn
Thy grace to wantonness:
Rather I would in painful awe
Beneath Thine anger move,
Than e'er reject the gospel-law
Of liberty and love.
But oh! Thou wouldst not have me live
In bondage, grief, and pain,
Thou dost not take delight to grieve
The helpless sons of men:
Thy will is my salvation, Lord,
And let it now take place,
And let me tremble at Thy word
Of reconciling grace.
In bondage, grief, and pain,
Thou dost not take delight to grieve
The helpless sons of men:
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And let it now take place,
And let me tremble at Thy word
Of reconciling grace.
Still may I walk as in Thy sight,
My strict Observer see,
And Thou by reverent love unite
My child-like heart to Thee.
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jesu's feet abide,
So shall He lift me up at last,
And seat me by His side.
My strict Observer see,
And Thou by reverent love unite
My child-like heart to Thee.
Still let me, till my days are past,
At Jesu's feet abide,
So shall He lift me up at last,
And seat me by His side.
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