O that I had a seraph's fire

Verse 1

O that I had a seraph's fire, His rapturous song and golden lyre, To chant the love and grace supreme, Revealed as in the gospel scheme.

Verse 2

Here's pardon full, for sins that's past, It matters not, how black their cast; And, O my soul, with wonder view, For sins to come, here's pardon too.

Verse 3

When Jesus died, their debts were paid, Whose sin lay on this Scape Goat's head; Was to the trackless desert drove, And buried in eternal love.

Verse 4

In this abyss of love profound, when sought for they shall not be found; Hid from Jehovah's piercing eye, There in oblivious shades they lie.

Verse 5

The nation, thus redeemed from sin, Were chosen, loved and blest in him; And while he lives, they ne'er shall die, For they are his by covenant-tie.

Verse 6

Let saints prepare to crown his brow With bright immortal trophies, now; And let their songs record his name, His honors, and his deathless fame.