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HYMN XVIII.
[A transgressor from the womb]
A transgressor from the womb,
Sinking now into my tomb;
O forbid it, Lord, that I,
Born in sin, in sin should die.
Sinking now into my tomb;
O forbid it, Lord, that I,
Born in sin, in sin should die.
Whom Thyself hast died to save,
Snatch from the infernal grave;
Me to save, Thy love impart,
Pour the bliss into my heart.
Snatch from the infernal grave;
Me to save, Thy love impart,
Pour the bliss into my heart.
Essence of eternal love,
Joy of all Thy hosts above,
Joy of all Thy saints below,
Only Thee I sigh to know.
Joy of all Thy hosts above,
Joy of all Thy saints below,
Only Thee I sigh to know.
Banish'd now out of Thy sight,
Bound in chains of penal night,
Painfully my want I feel;
Absent love is present hell.
Bound in chains of penal night,
Painfully my want I feel;
Absent love is present hell.
Kindler of seraphic fires,
Fill my soul with pure desires;
All my guilty gloom to chase,
Jesus, show Thy heavenly face.
Fill my soul with pure desires;
All my guilty gloom to chase,
Jesus, show Thy heavenly face.
Pain before Thy presence flies,
Grief no longer weeps or sighs:
Sin and unbelief remove,
God in Thee I see and love.
Grief no longer weeps or sighs:
Sin and unbelief remove,
God in Thee I see and love.
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