Hymn 2:86 [Our Sins, Alas, How Strong They Be!]

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Title:     Hymn 2:86 [Our Sins, Alas, How Strong They Be!]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Freedom from sin and misery in heaven.

Our sins, alas, how strong they be!
And like a violent sea
They break our duty, Lord, to thee,
And hurry us away.

The waves of trouble how they rise!
How loud the tempests roar!
But death shall land our weary souls
Safe on the heavenly shore.

There to fulfil his sweet commands
Our speedy feet shall move,
No sin shall clog our winged zeal,
Or cool our burning love.

There shall we sit, and sing, and tell
The wonders of his grace,
Till heavenly raptures fire our hearts,
And smile in every face.

For ever his dear sacred Name
Shall dwell upon our tongue,
And Jesus and salvation be
The close of every song.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:86 [Our Sins, Alas, How Strong They Be!]

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