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1 Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum,
How pay the mighty debt?
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine:
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are Thine?
3 But Thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of Thy grace,
And wilt confess their humble names
Before Thy Father’s face.
4 In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress
My Savior’s voice is heard.
5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in Thy poor would see;
O rather let me beg my bread,
Than keep it back from Thee.
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First Line: | Jesus, my Lord, how rich Thy grace! |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1880 |
Topic: | Christian Life and Hope; The Walk of Godliness: Christian Resolve and Holiness |
Notes: | Author from Index: Doddridge |