1 Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands,
Of breaking all thy ten commands:
And on me justly might'st thou pour
Thy wrath, in one eternal show'r.
2 But thanks to God, its loud alarms
Have warn'd me of approaching harms:
And now O Lord, my wants I see,
Lost and undone I come to thee.
3 I see my fig-leaf righteousness,
Can ne'er thy broken law redress:
Yet in thy gospel plan I see
There's hope of pardon e'en for me.
4 Amazing wisdom, pow'r and love,
Display'd to rebels from above!
Do thou, O Lord, my faith increase,
To love and trust thy plan of grace.
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First Line: | Here, Lord, my soul convicted stands |
Title: | The Moral Law our Schoolmaster |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Scriptures, Legal, Prophetic, and Evangelical, collectively testify of the Savior |
Source: | Rippon's Coll. |