O Jesus When My Guilty Fears
O Jesus, when my guilty fears
My wakened soul distress,
And Judgment for the past appears
In all its awfulness,-
Bid gathering clouds asunder roll,
And shed Thy sunshine in my soul.
When from their long-forgotten grave
My guilty deeds arise,
And terror proves me yet the slave
My soul would fain despise,-
From stings of memory heal my soul,
And free me from sin’s dire control.
O Lord, in Whom my hope is set,
I look in faith to Thee;
From sin, and guilt, and sad regret,
My soul in mercy free;-
For, in that mercy, Lord, I trust,
And lie, repenting, in the dust.
Hymns from the Morningland,