So that when we seek Thee, owning
That Thy wrath is our deserts,
Thou, blest Lord, at whose atonement
All iniquity departs,
Mayest speak forth from Thine enthronement,
To our rent and wearied hearts,
“Sinner, go in peace!”
C. D. Mc’ Leod.
Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs,
Join to sing the pleasing theme;