CLXXIX. Pardon spoken by CHRIST.

MY Saviour, let me hear thy Voice
Pronounce these Words of Peace;
And all my warmest Pow'rs shall join
To celebrate the Grace.

With gentle Smiles call me thy Child,
And speak my Sins forgiv'n;
The Accents mild shall charm mine Ear
All like the Harps of Heav'n.

Chearful, where-e'er thy Hand shall lead,
The darkest Path I'll tread;
Chearful I'll quit these mortal Shores,
And mingle with the Dead.

When dreadful Guilt is done away,
No other Fears we know;
That Hand, which scatters Pardons down,
Shall Crowns of Life bestow.