Author: Dr. Watts Hymnal: SHBA1792 #LXXXVIII (1792) Meter: 6.6.8.6 First Line: My sorrows like a flood Lyrics: 1 My sorrows like a flood,
Impatient of restraint,
Into thy bosom, O my God,
Pour out a long complaint.
2 This impious heart of mine
Could once defy the Lord,
Could rush with violence on to sin,
In presence of thy sword.
3 How often have I stood
A rebel to the skies,
And yet, and yet, O matchless grace!
Thy thunder silent lies.
4 O shall I never feel
The meltings of thy love?
Am I of such hell-harden'd steel
That mercy cannot move.
5 O'ercome by dying love,
Here at thy cross I lie:
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.
6 "Rise," says the Savior, "rise,
"Behold my wounded veins;
"Here flows a sacred crimson flood,
"To wash away thy stains."
7 See, God is reconcil'd!
Behold his smiling face!
Let joyful cherubs clap their wings
And sound aloud his grace.
Topics: Scripture Doctrines and Blessings Pardon; Pardon Confession and pardon Scripture: 1 John 1:9 Languages: English
Confession and Pardon