Войти:  Facebook Google Twitter Vk Yandex Mail.ru
PrimaNota.ru - самый крупный в мире бесплатный архив песенных текстов, аккордов, табулатур и нот

Oliver Holden - Dix-Hills - текст песни, видео

Просмотров: 329
Лучшая metal-группа Петербурга


Too many, Lord, abuse Thy grace,
 In this licentious day;
 And while they boast they see Thy face,
 They turn their own away.
 Thy Book displays a gracious light
 That can the blind restore;
 But these are dazzled by the sight,
 And blinded still the more.
 The pardon, such presume upon,
 They do not beg, but steal;
 And when they plead it at Thy throne,
 Oh! where's the Spirit's seal?
 Was it for this, ye lawless tribe,
 The dear Redeemer bled?
 Is this the grace the saints imbibe
 From Christ the living Head?
 Ah, Lord, we know Thy chosen few
 Are fed with heavenly fare;
 But these, the wretched husks they chew
 Proclaim them what they are.
 The liberty our hearts implore
 Is not to live in sin;
 But still to wait at wisdom's door,
 Till mercy calls us in.
Добавлено: 10.03.2015
Другие материалы по этой песне:

Страница создана 10.03.2015

Привет, гитарист!

Тебе подарок от сайта PrimaNota.ru

Забрать подарок