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SOLILOQUY X.
My great Redeemer lives! I know he lives!
I feel the sacred, the transporting truth
Exulting in my soul: He lives to plead
My cause above (unworthy as I am!)
He there appears to intercede for me.
I feel the sacred, the transporting truth
Exulting in my soul: He lives to plead
My cause above (unworthy as I am!)
He there appears to intercede for me.
My record is on high, and the blest Spirit
With gentle attestations pleads within;
Divine the voice, 'tis all celestial truth,
I yield my glad assent; triumphant hope,
And heavenly consolations fill my soul.
With gentle attestations pleads within;
Divine the voice, 'tis all celestial truth,
I yield my glad assent; triumphant hope,
And heavenly consolations fill my soul.
I must, I will rejoice; 'tis God himself
Is my exceeding joy: he kindly smiles
And heav'n and earth look gay; while all the clouds
That conscious guilt spread o'er my shudd'ring soul
Vanish before those reconciling eyes.
Is my exceeding joy: he kindly smiles
And heav'n and earth look gay; while all the clouds
That conscious guilt spread o'er my shudd'ring soul
Vanish before those reconciling eyes.
Ye pow'rs of darkness, where are all your threats?
Speak out your charge, the black indictment read?
I own the dreadful, the amazing score;
But who condemns, when God does justify?
Who shall accuse, when freely he acquits;
He calls me blest, and what malignant pow'r
Shall call the blessing back? who shall reverse
What the Most-High has said?—Nor life, nor death,
Nor depth below, nor endless height above
Shall part me from his everlasting love.
Speak out your charge, the black indictment read?
I own the dreadful, the amazing score;
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Who shall accuse, when freely he acquits;
He calls me blest, and what malignant pow'r
Shall call the blessing back? who shall reverse
What the Most-High has said?—Nor life, nor death,
Nor depth below, nor endless height above
Shall part me from his everlasting love.
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