Oliver Holden - Contrition - текст песни (слова)

7. Jesus, the Savior, stands
 To court me from above,
 And looks and spreads his wounded hands.
 And shows the prints of love.
 
 8. But I, a stupid fool,
 How long have I withstood
 The blessings purchased with his soul,
 And paid for all in blood!
 
 9. The heavenly Dove came down
 And tendered me his wings,
 To mount me upward to a crown,
 And bright immortal things.
 
 10. Lord, I'm ashamed to say
 That I refused Thy Dove,
 And sent Thy Spirit grieved away,
 To his own realms of love.
  
 11. Not all thine heavenly charms,
 Nor terrors of Thy hand,
 Could force me to lay down my arms,
 And bow to Thy command.
 
 12. Lord, 'tis against Thy face
 My sins like arrows rife,
 And yet, and yet (O matchless grace!)
 Thy thunder silent lies.