EN 2666 Why Does Your Face, Ye Humble Souls
Mic.7.19
Versi Version 1
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Why does your face, ye humble souls,
Those mournful colors wear?
What doubts are these that waste your faith,
And nourish your despair?
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What though your numerous sins exceed
The stars that fill the skies,
And aiming at th’eternal throne,
Like pointed mountains rise:
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What though your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation swell,
And has its cursed foundations laid
Low as the deeps of hell:
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See here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace;
Behold a dying Savior’s veins
The sacred flood increase.
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It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne’er be found.
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Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults;
And pard’ning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.

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