CCXCI. Hatred of sin

1 Most holy Lord! I love thy truth,
Nor dare thy least commandment slight;
Yet pierc'd by sin, the serpent's tooth,
I mourn the anguish of the bite.

2 But though the poison lurks within,
Hope bids me still with patience wait;
Till death shall set me free from sin,
Free from the only thing I hate.

3 Had I a throne above the rest,
Where angels and archangels dwell;
One sin, unslain within my breast,
Would make that heav'n as dark as hell.

4 But there no foe invades the bliss,
When glory crowns the Christian's head;
One view of Jesus as he is,
Will strike all sin forever dead.

Text Information
First Line: Most holy Lord! I love thy truth
Title: Hatred of sin
Meter: L.M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Sin : Hatred of
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