Our sins before thee we confess; O may they be forgiv’n! As we to others mercy show, we mercy beg from Heav’n.
Behold what witnesses unseen encompass us around; Men, once like us, with suff’ring try’d, but now with glory crown’d. 2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspir’d, begin the Christian race, And, freed from each encumb’ring weight, their holy footsteps trace. 3 Behold a witness nobler still, who trod affliction’s path, Jesus, at once the finisher and author of our faith. 4 He for the joy before him set, so gen’rous was his love, Endur’d the cross, despis’d the shame, and now he reigns above. 5 If he the scorn of wicked men with patience did sustain, Becomes it those for whom he dy’d to murmur or complain? 6 Have ye like him to blood, to death, the cause of truth maintain’d? And is your heav’nly Father’s voice forgotten or disdain’d? 7 My son, saith he, with patient mind endure the chast’ning rod; Believe, when by afflictions try’d, that thou art lov’d by God. 8 His children thus most dear to him, their heav’nly Father trains, Through all the hard experience led of sorrows and of pains. 9 We know he owns us for his sons, when we correction share; Nor wander as a bastard race, without our Father’s care. 10 A father’s voice with rev’rence we on earth have often heard; The Father of our spirits now demands the same regard. 11 Parents may err; but he is wise, nor lifts the rod in vain; His chast’nings serve to cure the soul by salutary pain. 12 Affliction, when it spreads around, may seem a field of woe; Yet there, at last, the happy fruits of righteousness shall grow. 13 Then let our hearts no more despond, our hands be weak no more; Still let us trust our Father’s love, his wisdom still adore.
And shall we then go on to sin, that grace may more abound? Great God, forbid that such a thought should in our breast be found! 2 When to the sacred font we came, did not the rite proclaim, That, wash’d from sin, and all its stains, new creatures we became? 3 With Christ the Lord we dy’d to sin; with him to life we rise, To life, which now begun on earth, is perfect in the skies. 4 Too long enthrall’d to Satan’s sway, we now are slaves no more; For Christ hath vanquish’d death and sin, our freedom to restore.
With heav’nly weapons I have fought the battles of the Lord; Finish’d my course, and kept the faith, depending on his word.Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown which cannot fade; The righteous Judge at that great day shall place it on my head. 4 Nor hath the Sov’reign Lord decreed this prize for me alone; But for all such as love like me th’ appearance of his Son.