1 Lord, we confess our numerous faults,
How great our guilt has been:
Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.
2 But, O my soul, forever praise,
Forever love His name,
Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.
3 'Tis not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done,
But we are saved by sovereign grace
Abounding through His Son.
4 'Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;
'Tis by the Water and the Blood
Our souls are washed from sin.
5 'Tis through the purchase of His death
Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is sent down to breathe
On such dry bones as we.
6 Raised from the dead, we live anew;
And justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.
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First Line: | Lord, we confess our numerous faults |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Faith and Justification |