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ODE ON THE NEW YEAR

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ODE ON THE NEW YEAR

2 minuten leestijd Arcering uitzetten

Awake, my soul with sweet surprise,
The new year’s morn salutes thine eyes.
Another term of life is done,
Another rolling year begun.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

My crimes have risen mountains high
Against the God that rules the sky:
Omission and commission too,
Have mark’d me all my journey through.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

His mighty arm has me upheld,
But I against Him have rebell’d.
He leads and guides me day by day
Yet, oh! how oft I’ve gone astray.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

He saved my soul from hell and sin,
Yet how ungrateful I have been;
His drawing love He does impart
Yet, oh! how lukewarm is my heart.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

His Spirit’s influence He bestows,
And my proud nature dares oppose;
Yea, since I have espoused His cause,
I’ve open disobey’d His laws.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

He daily gives me daily food;
He stands engaged to do me good;
He well supplies my every need,
And yet like swine on husks I feed.
Amazing grace! that wretch like me
Is spared another year to see.

Why is it thus my God forgives?
Because my Intercessor lives.
Jesus appears at God’s right hand,
His people’s pardon to demand;
Hence flows the grace to wretch like me,
And, lo? another year I see.

Then let me not on grace presume,
Lest justice frown and fix my doom;
Saying (while I am barren found),
“Destroy that cumberer of the ground.”
Then will it to my shame appear
That I’ve been spared another year.

Quicken my soul, O Lord, I pray,
That while upon this earth I stay
My years, and days, and hours may be
Employ’d in glorifying Thee.
May sovereign grace be still my theme
Till endless years close up the scene.

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Bekijk de hele uitgave van zondag 1 januari 1989

The Banner of Truth | 28 Pagina's

ODE ON THE NEW YEAR

Bekijk de hele uitgave van zondag 1 januari 1989

The Banner of Truth | 28 Pagina's