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[With Thy commission Lord, we go]
To open their eyes, and to turn them from, &c.
—xxvi. 18.
With Thy commission Lord, we go,
And wake the dead that sleep below
In nature's dark estate:
Alarm'd they lift their guilty eyes,
And see with terror and surprise
The light which sinners hate.
And wake the dead that sleep below
In nature's dark estate:
Alarm'd they lift their guilty eyes,
And see with terror and surprise
The light which sinners hate.
Poor trembling sinners we incline
(But oh the work is wholly Thine)
With all their sins to part;
From Satan's power to Thee they turn,
And conscious unbelievers mourn
For purity of heart.
(But oh the work is wholly Thine)
With all their sins to part;
From Satan's power to Thee they turn,
And conscious unbelievers mourn
For purity of heart.
Thy Spirit helps them to believe,
And then forgiveness they receive
Seal'd in Thy precious blood,
And cleansed from every sinful stain,
Faithful to death, a lot they gain
With all the saints of God.
And then forgiveness they receive
Seal'd in Thy precious blood,
And cleansed from every sinful stain,
Faithful to death, a lot they gain
With all the saints of God.
Through faith their pardon'd sin they know,
Through faith to full perfection go,
(That depth of humblest love!)
Through faith they put Thine image on,
And win, through faith in Thee alone,
Angelic thrones above.
Through faith to full perfection go,
(That depth of humblest love!)
Through faith they put Thine image on,
And win, through faith in Thee alone,
Angelic thrones above.
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