XI THE FORGIVENESS OF SINS "I acknowledge one Baptism for the Remission of Sins." CXLII PSALM CIII Y soul, repeat His praise Με Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, High as the heavens are raised His power subdues our sins; The pity of the Lord To those that fear His Name, Our days are as the grass, If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, But Thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. HERE is a fountain filled with blood THERE is a fountain filled veins, And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoiced to see Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious Blood Till all the ransomed Church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me: 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other Name but Thine. William Cowper. 1779 CXLIV ESU, Thou art my Righteousness, JES For all my sins were Thine; Thy death hath bought of God my peace, Spotless and just in Thee I am; Forever here my rest shall be, My dying Saviour and my God, And cleanse and keep me clean! Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, but not my feet alone : Th' atonement of Thy Blood apply, Till hope in full fruition die, Charles Wesley. 1740 But Thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. HERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, The dying thief rejoiced to see Dear dying Lamb! Thy precious Blood Till all the ransomed Church of God E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave. Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me: 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, And formed by power divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other Name but Thine. William Cowper. 1779 J' CXLIV ESU, Thou art my Righteousness, For all my sins were Thine; Thy death hath bought of God my peace, Spotless and just in Thee I am; Forever here my rest shall be, My dying Saviour and my God, And cleanse and keep me clean! Wash me, and make me thus Thine own; Wash me, but not my feet alone : Th' atonement of Thy Blood apply, Till hope in full fruition die, Charles Wesley. 1740 |