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The cure for the wounded conscience.
Wherkwith shall I, o'erwhelm’d with sit
Before the Lord appear ?
Or how can such a wretch as I
To the Most High draw near ?
Where shall the conscience, stung with siri
Apply relief to tind ?
And where’s the balm whose healing pow‘>
Can cure a wounded mind ?
Can all the pow’r of man do ought ?
Ah no ! ’tis all in vain—
’Tis God that wounds, and God alone
Can heal the wound again.
And lo! Jehovah’s boundless grace
The blessed cure supplies ;
To save his people from their sins.
See ! Jesus bleeds and dies !
Yea, rather see he lives again !
And shall for ever live ;
And will, to all for whom he died.
This life eternal give.
Then, what though in this vale of tears, j
Our sufFrings may abound ?
And for afflictions mortal stroke,
No cure can here be found ?
Our life is hid with Christ in God,;
When Christ our life appears.
His people he’ll with glory crown.
And wipe away their tears.
FINIS.

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