Text: | A Song of Praise |
1 Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise'
With all the saints I'll join to tell
My Jesus has done all thngs well.
2 All worlds his glorious pow'r confess,
His wisdom all his works express,
But O! his love, what tongue can tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sovereign, merciful and free,
Has been his love to sinful me;
He pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And then he undertook my cause;
To save me tho, I did rebel,
My Jesus has done all things well.
5 And since my soul has known his love,
What blessings hath he made me prove?
Mercy, which doth all praise excel;
My Jesus has done all things well.
6 When eer my Savior or my God,
Hath on me laid his gentle rod;
I know in all that has befel,
My Jesus has done all things well.
7 Tho' many flaming fi'ry darts,
Attempt their level at my heart;
With this I all their rage repel,
My Jesus has done all things well.
8 Sometimes the Lord his face doth hide,
To make me pray, and kill my pride,
Yet on my heart it still doth dwell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
9 Soon I shall pass this vale of death,
And in his arms resign my breath,
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
10 And when to those bright worlds I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
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First Line: | Now in a song of grateful praise |
Title: | A Song of Praise |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1802 |