Newton Time!!
The Burdened Sinner
Ah, what can I do,
Or where be secure!
If justice pursue
What heart can endure!
When God speaks in thunder,
And makes himself known,
The heart breaks asunder,
Tho' hard as a stone.
With terror I read
My sins heavy score,
The number exceeds
The sands on the shore;
Guilt makes me unable
To stand or to flee,
So Cain murder'd Abel,
And trembled like me.
Each sin, like his blood,
with a terrible cry,
Calls loudly on God
To strike from on high:
nor can my repentance
extorted by fear,
Reverse the just sentence,
'Tis just tho' severe.
The case is too plain,
I have my own choice;
Again, and again,
I slighted his voice,
His warnings neglected,
His patience abus'd,
His gospel rejected,
His mercy refused.
And must then I go,
forever to dwell,
In torments and woe
With devils in hell?
Oh, where is the Saviour
I scorn'd in times past?
His word in my favour
Would save me at last.
Lord Jesus , on thee
I venture to call
Oh look upon me
The vilest of all!
for whom didst thou languish,
And bleed on the tree?
Oh pity my anguish,
And say, "Twas for thee"
A case such as mine
Will honor thy pow'r;
All hell will repine
All heav'n will adore;
If in condemnation
Strict justice takes place,
It shines in salvation
More glorious thou' grace.
-The olney hymns, page 316, hymnVI
Ah, what can I do,
Or where be secure!
If justice pursue
What heart can endure!
When God speaks in thunder,
And makes himself known,
The heart breaks asunder,
Tho' hard as a stone.
With terror I read
My sins heavy score,
The number exceeds
The sands on the shore;
Guilt makes me unable
To stand or to flee,
So Cain murder'd Abel,
And trembled like me.
Each sin, like his blood,
with a terrible cry,
Calls loudly on God
To strike from on high:
nor can my repentance
extorted by fear,
Reverse the just sentence,
'Tis just tho' severe.
The case is too plain,
I have my own choice;
Again, and again,
I slighted his voice,
His warnings neglected,
His patience abus'd,
His gospel rejected,
His mercy refused.
And must then I go,
forever to dwell,
In torments and woe
With devils in hell?
Oh, where is the Saviour
I scorn'd in times past?
His word in my favour
Would save me at last.
Lord Jesus , on thee
I venture to call
Oh look upon me
The vilest of all!
for whom didst thou languish,
And bleed on the tree?
Oh pity my anguish,
And say, "Twas for thee"
A case such as mine
Will honor thy pow'r;
All hell will repine
All heav'n will adore;
If in condemnation
Strict justice takes place,
It shines in salvation
More glorious thou' grace.
-The olney hymns, page 316, hymnVI
haven't read this one before, boys. thanks!
Posted by
Paul |
December 04, 2005 5:15 p.m.