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Hymn #782: Come, Let Our Souls Adore The Lord

Hymn #781 Hymn #783


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782 (C.M.) Anne Steele

Come, let our souls adore the Lord

Whose judgments yet delay;

Who yet suspends the lifted sword,

And gives us leave to pray.

Great is our guilt, our fears are great,

But let us not despair;

Still open is the mercy-seat

To penitence and pray'r.

Kind Intercessor, to Thy love

This blessèd hope we owe;

Oh, let Thy mercies plead above,

While we implore below!

O gracious God, for Jesus' sake

Attend our humble cry,

Nor let the kindling vengeance break

Destructive from Thine eye!

Though justice near Thy awful throne

Awaits Thy dread command,

Lord, hear Thy servants, hear Thy Son,

And save a guilty land!

Hymn #781 Hymn #783