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XXXIX. THE SAME. AT NIGHT.
Hymn 7.
Let sinners possess'd
Of pardon be blest,
And welcome with joy the soft season of rest,
Let innocence sleep,
My station I keep,
My business on earth is to watch and to weep.
Of pardon be blest,
And welcome with joy the soft season of rest,
Let innocence sleep,
My station I keep,
My business on earth is to watch and to weep.
A mourner for sin
Through life I have been:
O when shall my heart and my conscience be clean?
If tears could efface
The guilty disgrace,
Mine eyes should be fountains, mine head should be seas.
Through life I have been:
O when shall my heart and my conscience be clean?
If tears could efface
The guilty disgrace,
Mine eyes should be fountains, mine head should be seas.
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If my blood could atone
For what I have done,
Even now would I spend it, and groan my last groan:
But my dying were vain,
Only Jesus's pain,
Only Jesus's blood can wash out the foul stain.
For what I have done,
Even now would I spend it, and groan my last groan:
But my dying were vain,
Only Jesus's pain,
Only Jesus's blood can wash out the foul stain.
Its virtue I tried,
When I felt it applied,
And knew that for me my Redeemer had died.
But I quickly gave way
In the cloudy dark day,
And fell to temptation an indolent prey.
When I felt it applied,
And knew that for me my Redeemer had died.
But I quickly gave way
In the cloudy dark day,
And fell to temptation an indolent prey.
That covenant-blood
Under foot I have trod,
And again I have murder'd the meek Son of God.
My sin I declare,
My punishment bear,
And quake on the edge of eternal despair.
Under foot I have trod,
And again I have murder'd the meek Son of God.
My sin I declare,
My punishment bear,
And quake on the edge of eternal despair.
And shall I complain
Of a moment of pain,
Which here for my sins I am doom'd to sustain?
No, Lord, I submit,
And fall at Thy feet,
Only let me not sink to the bottomless pit.
Of a moment of pain,
Which here for my sins I am doom'd to sustain?
No, Lord, I submit,
And fall at Thy feet,
Only let me not sink to the bottomless pit.
I bow to the rod,
To my temporal load,
And fall into the hands of a merciful God:
Thy justice revere,
But with anguish and fear
I beg I may have all my punishment here.
To my temporal load,
And fall into the hands of a merciful God:
Thy justice revere,
But with anguish and fear
I beg I may have all my punishment here.
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With tears of desire,
I humbly require
That in wailing for sin, all my breath may expire.
Only while I remove
To the country above,
O bless me at last with the taste of Thy love.
I humbly require
That in wailing for sin, all my breath may expire.
Only while I remove
To the country above,
O bless me at last with the taste of Thy love.
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