O For That Tenderness of Heart
O for that tenderness of heart
Which bows before the Lord,
Acknowledging how just Thou art,
And trembling at Thy Word!
O for those humble, contrite tears,
Which from repentance flow;
That consciousness of guilt which fears
The long-suspended blow!
Wilt from the dreadful day remove,
Before the evil come;
My spirit hide with saints above,
My body in the tomb.
Savior, to me in pity give
The sensible distress;
The pledge Thou wilt, at last, receive
And bid me die in peace.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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