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 | The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth |  |
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SIN NO MORE.
A song of gratitude begin,
To praise the God who saves from sin;
Who marks the penitential tear,
And deigns the contrite sigh to hear;
Who whispers hope, when we our sins deplore—
“Thy God condemns thee not—offend no more.”
To praise the God who saves from sin;
Who marks the penitential tear,
And deigns the contrite sigh to hear;
Who whispers hope, when we our sins deplore—
“Thy God condemns thee not—offend no more.”
But ah! such love can ne'er be sung—
Such boundless grace!—by mortal tongue;
For e'en celestial minstrels deem
Their highest skill below the theme;
Yet mortals can, with gratitude, adore
The God who pardons all that sin no more.
Such boundless grace!—by mortal tongue;
For e'en celestial minstrels deem
Their highest skill below the theme;
Yet mortals can, with gratitude, adore
The God who pardons all that sin no more.
Dear Lord! is this condition all—
To fight the foes that wrought our fall?
Thus armed with hope, I'll quell a host,
Nor let so cheap a heaven be lost;
Oh then repeat the sweet assurance o'er,
“Thy God will not condemn thee—sin no more.”
To fight the foes that wrought our fall?
Thus armed with hope, I'll quell a host,
Nor let so cheap a heaven be lost;
Oh then repeat the sweet assurance o'er,
“Thy God will not condemn thee—sin no more.”
| The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | |