The Joy of Pardon

Verse 1

Trembling before Thine awful throne, O Lord, in dust my sins I own; Justice and mercy for my life Contend; O smile, and heal the strife.

Verse 2

The Savior smiles; upon my soul New tides of hope tumultuous roll; His voice proclaims my pardon found, Seraphic transport wings the sound.

Verse 3

Earth has a joy unknown to Heaven, The newborn peace of sins forgiven; Tears of such pure and deep delight, Ye angels, never dimmed your sight.

Verse 4

Ye saw, of old, on chaos rise The beauteous pillars of the skies; Ye know where Morn exulting springs, And Evening folds her drooping wings.

Verse 5

Bright heralds of the eternal will, Abroad His errands ye fulfill; Or, throned in floods of beamy day, Symphonious in His presence play.

Verse 6

Loud is the song, the heavenly plain Is shaken with the choral strain; And dying echoes, floating far, Draw music from each chiming star.

Verse 7

But I amid your choirs shall shine, And all your knowledge shall be mine: Ye on your harps must lean to hear A secret chord that mine will bear.