1 Blest be my God that I was born
To hear the Gospel sound;
That I was born to be baptiz'd,
And bred on holy Ground:
2 That I was bred where God appears
With Tokens of his Grace;
The Lines are fallen unto me
In a most pleasant Place.
3 I might have been a Pagan bred,
Or else a veiled Jew,
Or cheated with the Al Koran
Amongst the Turkish Crew.
4 So in a Dungeon dark as Night
I might have spent my Days;
But thou hast sent me Gospel-Light,
To thine eternal Praise.
5 The Sun that rose up in the East,
And drove the Shades away,
Its healing Wings have reach'd the West,
And turn'd the Night to Day.
6 Blest be my God for what I see,
My God for what I hear,
I hear such blessed News from Heav'n
Not Earth nor Hell I fear.
7 I hear my Lord for me was born,
My Lord for me did die,
My Lord for me did rise again,
And did ascend on High:
8 On High he stands to plead my Cause,
And will return again,
And set me on a glorious Throne,
And I with him shall reign.
|First Line:||Blest be my God that I was born|
|Topic:||Blessedness of the Gospel|