O let us our own works forsake,
Ourselves, and all we have deny;

O let us our own works forsake,
Ourselves, and all we have deny;
Thy condescending counsel take,
And come to thee pure gold to buy!

O might we, through thy grace, attain
The faith thou never wilt reprove,
The faith that purges every stain,
The faith that always works by love!

O might we see, in this our day,
The things belonging to our peace
And timely meet thee in thy way
Of judgments, and our sins confess!

Thy fatherly chastisements own,
With filial awe revere thy rod;
And turn, with zealous haste, and run
Into the outstretched arms of God.

 

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