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72. Too many, LORD, abuse thy grace

Hymn 72

Too many, LORD, abuse thy , In this licentious day; And while they boast they see thy face, They turn their own away.

Thy Book displays a gracious light That can the blind restore; But these are dazzled by the sight, And blinded still the more.

The pardon, such presume upon, They do not beg, but steal; And when they plead it at thy throne, O, where’s the Spirit’s seal?

Was it for this, ye lawless tribe, The dear Redeemer bled; Is this the the imbibe From CHRIST the living head?

Ah Lord, we know thy chosen few Are fed with heav’nly fare; But these, the wretched husks they chew, Proclaim them what they are.

The liberty our hearts implore Is not to live in sin; But still to wait at wisdom’s door, Till mercy calls us in.