22. O that I had a seraph's fire

1 O that I had a seraph's fire,
His rapt'rous song and golden lyre,
To chant the love and grace supreme,
Reveal'd as in the gospel scheme.

2 Here's pardon full, for sins that's past,
It matters not, how black their cast;
And, O my soul, with wonder view,
For sins to come,* here's pardon too.

3 When Jesus dy'd, their debts were paid,
Whose sin lay on this Scape Goat's head;
Was to the trackless desert drove,
And buried in eternal love.

4 In this abyss of love profound,
when sought for they shall not be found;
Hid from Jehovah's piercing eye,
There in oblivious shades they lie.

5 The nation, thus redeem'd from sin,
Were chosen, lov'd and blest in him;
And while he lives, they ne'er shall die,
For they are his by cov'nant-tie.

6 Let saints prepare to crown his brow
With bright immortal trophies, now;
And let their songs record his name,
His honors, and his deathless fame.

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First Line: O that I had a seraph's fire
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1812
Notes: * The believer in Jesus, who lives under a sweet sense of pardoned sin, knows, by bitter experience, that he sins every day, and shall continue so do, until mortality shall be swallowed up of life.
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