|
|
| |
|
Now my sins like mountains rise,
All terrific to the view;
Hear, oh Lord, my plaintive sighs,
Tell a sinner what to do.
All thy laws, alas, I’ve broke,
Which are holy, just and good;
Slighted the Redeemer’s yoke,
And his kingly power withstood.
Lo, I bow beneath thy feet,
View a humble suppliant there;
Let him pardoning mercy meet,
Feel released form slavish fear.
To my deeply wounded soul,
Thine all-healing balm apply;
Speak the word and make me whole,
Help me Lord or I must die.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
7 7 7 7
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1818
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Ps 13:3; Ac 16:30;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1818 | # 432 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
SONG 13 (LIGHT DIVINE)
|
|
Meter:
|
7 7 7 7
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1623
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 402 | No key | | # 183 | D | | # 374 | Eb |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
