Oh! Lord, when sin I behold The past, which now is unseen Rebirths in the womb of now As thistles*, by a landowner, not sown   The gift of grace though sufficient Sin in its stride is unrelenting* On the deeds of now, the future hoisted* What hope for the sons that are saved?   In your love not unabashed* In your dealings, stainless and pure Fill us with reverence for the Father Who out of love, sent us […]