II.LXXXVI. Freedom from sin and misery in heaven

1 Our sins, alas! how strong they be!
And like a violent sea,
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

2 The waves of trouble, how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heav'nly shore.

3 There, to fulfil his sweet commands,
Our speedy feet shall move;
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

4 There shall we sit, and sing and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heav'nly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in ev'ry face.

5 For ever his dear sacred name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and Salvation be
The close of ev'ry song.

Text Information
First Line: Our sins, alas! how strong they be!
Title: Freedom from sin and misery in heaven
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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