Hymn 98 by Isaac Watts
Christ our wisdom, righteousness, etc.
1 Cor. 1:30.
How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light Over our souls arise!
Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of Heav'n; But, in his righteousness arrayed, We see our sins forgiv'n.
Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace.
The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain
Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God; Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood.
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