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Editor: Barry Johnston (submitted 2014-11-01).   Score information: Letter, 1 page, 34 kB   Copyright: Public Domain
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General Information

Title: Confession
First Line: Lord, 'tis against Thy face
Composer: Oliver Holden
Lyricist: Isaac Watts

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 86. D (S.M.D.)

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1793

Description: First published in Holden's The Union Harmony, 1793, p. 94. Words by Isaac Watts, Horae Lyricae, 1707, Confession and Pardon.

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Original text and translations

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XII.
Lord, 'tis against Thy face
My sins like arrows rise,
And yet, and yet (O matchless grace!)
Thy thunder silent lies.
XIII.
O shall I never feel
The meltings of Thy love!
Am I of such hell-hardened steel
That mercy cannot move?
XIV.
Now, for one powerful glance,
Dear Savior, from Thy face !
This rebel heart no more withstands,
But sinks beneath Thy grace.
XV.
Overcome by dying love I fall;
Here at Thy cross I lie:
And throw my flesh, my soul, my all,
And weep, and love, and die.