Hymn 2:81 [And Now The Scales Have Left Mine Eyes]

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Title:     Hymn 2:81 [And Now The Scales Have Left Mine Eyes]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Our sin the cause of Christ's death.

And now the scales have left mine eyes,
Now I begin to see;
O the curs'd deeds my sins have done!
What murderous things they be!

Were these the traitors, dearest Lord,
That thy fair body tore?
Monsters, that stain'd those heavenly limbs
With floods of purple gore?

Was it for crimes that I had done
My dearest Lord was slain
When justice seiz'd God's only Son,
And put his soul to pain?

Forgive my guilt, O Prince of peace,
I'll wound my God no more;
Hence from my heart, ye sins, be gone,
For Jesus I adore.

Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms
From grace's magazine,
And I'll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:81 [And Now The Scales Have Left Mine Eyes]

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