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ccxx.
Almighty God, Thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie All open to Thy sight.
There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say, But in Thy dreadful book 'tis writ
Against the judgment-day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there, Be all expos'd before the sun,
While men and angels hear ?
Lord! at Thy foot ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from Thy book !
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt, And let His Blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt!
Isaac Watts. 1715. |
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CCXXI.
Mercy alone can meet my case ;
For mercy, Lord, I cry : Jesus ! Redeemer ! show Thy face
In mercy, or I die. |
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