Luke 1:45: Thou tell'st me, O most gracious Lord

Thou tell'st me, O most gracious Lord,
"I will thy sins forgive,"
The welcome reconciling word
I thankfully receive;
Joyful in hope of happiness
Even now I happy am.
For I shall soon obtain the peace
Of all that love Thy name.

Jesus, I wait till Thou display
In me Thy mercy's power;
Take mine iniquities away,
And think of them no more:
Thou all Thy promises fulfil,
This unbelief remove,
And pardon on my conscience seal
And fill my soul with love.

Thou tell'st me, " I thy King will be,
Will to the utmost save,
Renew, and change, and perfect thee,
And ransom from the grave."
The blessedness of faith I prove.
For Thy own sake forgiven.
And in this hope of perfect love
Anticipate my heaven.

Within the promise now, I sing,
Exult, and shout for joy;
He comes! He comes! my God and King
Shall all my sins destroy!
Thou, Lord, shalt purify my heart
Through Thine all-cleansing blood,
As sure as Thou my Saviour art,
As sure as Thou art God.