1 Lord, 'tis not that I did choose Thee,
That could never be,
For this heart would still refuse Thee,
Thou hast chosen me;
Hast from all the sin that stained me
Washed and set me free;
And unto this end ordained me,
That I live to Thee.
2 'Twas Thy sovereign mercy called me,
Taught my opening mind;
Else the world had yet enthralled me,
To Thy glories blind.
Now my heart owns none above Thee;
For Thy grace I thirst;
Knowing well that, if I love Thee,
Thou didst love me first.
3 Praise the God of all creation,
For His boundless love;
Praise the Lamb, our Expiation,
Priest enthroned above,
Praise the Spirit of salvation,
Him by whom we live;
Undivided adoration
To the Godhead give!
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First Line: | Lord, 'tis not that I did choose Thee |
Meter: | 8, 5 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Praise |