Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Deep in our hearts let us record|
The deeper sorrows of our Lord;
Behold the rising billows roll,
To overwhelm his holy soul.
2. In long complaints he spends his breath,
3. Yet, gracious God, thy power and love|
Has made the curse a blessing prove;
Those dreadful suff'rings of thy Son
Atoned for sins which we had done.
4. The pangs of our expiring Lord
5. O for his sake our guilt forgive,|
And let the mourning sinner live;
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.
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