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‘The Lord is gracious and full of compassion, slow to anger and of great mercy.’—
Ps. cxlv. 8.
The
Lord is gracious—full of grace
To those who seek through Christ His face;
O come then, sinner, taste and see
The fulness of His love for thee.
To those who seek through Christ His face;
O come then, sinner, taste and see
The fulness of His love for thee.
Full of compassion is His heart,
Each weary sigh, each rankling smart
Is known to Him whom we adore,
The Saviour who our sorrows bore.
Each weary sigh, each rankling smart
Is known to Him whom we adore,
The Saviour who our sorrows bore.
To anger slow! though every hour
Provoking His destroying power;
How strange, such words of peace to give,
Through Him who died that we might live.
Provoking His destroying power;
How strange, such words of peace to give,
Through Him who died that we might live.
Great mercy! Yet another seal
To all His gracious words reveal;
Great mercy for the greatly stained,
For those who mercy long disdained.
To all His gracious words reveal;
Great mercy for the greatly stained,
For those who mercy long disdained.
We little know God's thoughts to man,
They are too great for us to scan:
Thou art too high and we too low,
The wonders of Thy love to know.
They are too great for us to scan:
Thou art too high and we too low,
The wonders of Thy love to know.
But crown Thy mercies, Lord, and send
Thy Spirit as our Teacher-Friend;
That we may see, and feel, and praise
The grace and love of all Thy ways!
Thy Spirit as our Teacher-Friend;
That we may see, and feel, and praise
The grace and love of all Thy ways!
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