The Reign of Sin. (407) How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise. 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiven. 3 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 4 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. Isaac Watts, 1709.
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