Sprinkled with Jesus’ blood;
‘Tis there alone that faith beholds,
A sin-forgiving God.
To him I’ll send my fervent prayers,
Believing he will hear;
Will spread my guilt before his face,
And leave my burdens there.
None ask aright who ask in vain,
God does his word fulfil;
Then go to him, my troubled soul,
And wait his sovereign will.
Benjamin Beddome 1717 - 1795 ( 77 Years )
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