1. My sorrows like a flood Impatient of restraint Into thy bosom, O my God, Pour out a long complaint 2. This impious heart of mine Could once defy the Lord, Rush with violence on to sin In presence of thy word 3. How often have I stood A rebel to the skies And yet, and yet, O matchless grace, Thy thunder lies! 4. O'ercome by matchless love, Here at thy cross I lie, And throw my flesh, my soul, my all, And weep, and love, and cry. 5. "Rise," says the Savior, "Rise, Behold my wounded veins; Here flows a sacred crimson flood, To wash away thy stains." 6. See, Justice satisfied! Behold God's smiling face! Let joyful cherubs clap their wings, And sound aloud his grace.
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