1 Forgiveness! ’tis a joyful sound
To malefactors doomed to die;
Lord, may this bliss in me be found;
May I redeeming grace enjoy.
2 ’Tis the rich gift of love divine;
’Tis full, out-measuring every crime;
Unclouded shall its glories shine,
And feel no change by changing time.
3 O’er sins unnumbered as the sand,
And like the mountains for their size,
The seas of sovereign grace expand,
The seas of sovereign grace arise.
4 For this stupendous love of heaven,
What grateful honours shall we show?
Where much transgression is forgiven,
May love in equal ardour glow.
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First Line: | Forgiveness! 'tis a joyful sound |
Title: | "There is forgiveness with thee: |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |