tr., John Brownlie

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I

When in the clouds of heaven

The Lord, the Judge, appears,

When memory brings my sin to light,

And conscience fills with fears, --

In mercy, Lord, have mercy then,

Nor rank my soul with wicked men.

II

I have no plea to give,

The sin is all my own,

I cannot bear the searching glance

Nor for that sin atone;

I can alone that mercy crave, --

O Lord, Thine erring servant save.

III

Didst Thou not come to earth?

Didst Thou not die for me?

And all my sin in mercy bear

Upon the awful tree?

I claim that sacrifice, and pray,

Turn not my erring soul away.

IV

The record of my sin,

In mercy, Lord, remove,

And to a place at Thy right hand

Call Thou my soul, in love;

That love divine I make my plea,

O may that love encircle me.