The twenty-fourth Sunday after Trinity.
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If Thou stretch forth Thy hand, if Thou lift up the rod, who guiltless shall before Thee stand, or answer Thee, O God? Cast all our sins away, and wash us from their stain; our ransom Christ the Lord did pay, our penalty and pain. |
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Hear now Thy people’s cry; absolve us from our sin; we for complete deliverance sigh, from foes without, within. We plead before Thee now, our sins as scarlet red: make them, O God, as white as snow: Jesus His blood hath shed. |
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Thou hast salvation wrought, Thy goodness, God, how great! Before Thy throne our cause is brought; for grace we on Thee wait. We who have known the right, and loved Thy holy will, have trespassed in Thy perfect sight, in frailty dwelling still. |
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Bound by sin’s iron hands, helpless we press the sod; absolve and loose us from our bands; deliver us, O God! Free us from sin at last; to ploughshares beat our swords; and this we fervently do ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. |
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Text | attr. Eliza Humphreys, ad. Arlie Coles, st. 4 |
Tune | Diademata George Job Elvey (1816-1893) |
O God, our refuge and strength, who art the author of all godliness; be ready, we beseech thee, to hear the devout prayers of thy Church; and grant that those things which we ask faithfully we may obtain effectually; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.