8,8,8,4 tr., John Brownlie I O Judge of all, when sinful men To Thy dire judgment seat are brought, -- Tell not the error of my life, O tell it not. II When bowed with grief my tears are shed, Because my life with sin is fraught, To angel hosts tell not my sin, O tell it not. III O hide the secrets of my soul, And give the pardon I have sought, And to the myriads round Thy throne, O tell them not. IV O merciful and just Thou art; In pity view my woeful lot, And shame me not because of sin, -- O tell it not. |