II.XXI. A song of praise to God the Redeemer

1 Let the old heathens tune their song
Of great Diana and of Jove;
But the sweet theme that moves my tongue
Is my Redeemer and his love.

2 Behold a God descends and dies,
To save my soul from gaping hell!
How the black gulf where Satan lies,
Yawn'd to receive me when I fell!

3 How justice frown'd, and veng'ance stood,
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son propos'd his blood,
And heav'nly wrath grew mild again.

4 Infinite Lover! Gracious Lord!
To thee be endless honours giv'n;
Thy wondrous name shall be ador'd
Round the wide earth, and wider heav'n.

Text Information
First Line: Let the old heathens tune their song
Title: A song of praise to God the Redeemer
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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