S. M. Christ our wisdom, righteousness, etc.1 Cor.1:30. How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise! Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heav'n; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiv'n. Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace. The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God; Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. |