Hence from My Soul, My Sins, Depart

Hence from my soul

my sins

de­part

Your fa­tal friend­ship now I see;

Long have you dwelt too near my heart:

Hence

to eter­nal dist­ance flee.

Ye gave my dy­ing Lord His wound

Yet I ca­ressed your vi­per­ous brood

And in my heart-strings lapped you round

You

the vile mur­der­ers of my God.

Black hea­vy thoughts

like mount­ains

roll

O’er my poor breast

with bod­ing fears

And crush­ing hard my tor­tured soul

Wring thro’ my eyes the bri­ny tears.

Forgive my trea­sons

Prince of Grace

The bloody Jews were trai­tors too

Yet Thou hast prayed for that cursed race

Fa­ther

they know not what they do.

Great Ad­vo­cate

look down and see

A wretch

whose smart­ing sor­rows bleed;

O plead the same ex­cuse for me!

For

Lord

I knew not what I did.

Peace

my com­plaints; let ev­ery groan

Be still

and si­lence wait His love;

Compassions dwell amidst His throne

And thro’ His in­most bow­els move.

Lo

from the ev­er­last­ing skies

Gently

as morn­ing dews dis­till

The dove im­mor­tal down­ward flies

With peace­ful ol­ive in his bill.

How sweet the voice of par­don sounds!

Sweet the re­lief to deep dis­tress!

I feel the balm that heals my wounds

And all my pow­ers ad­ore the grace.