Text: | Christ's commission |
1 Come, happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious sons;
Come, tender to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.
2 So strange, so boundless was the love
That pity'd dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son
To give them life again.
3 Thy hands, dear Jesus, were not arm'd
With a revenging rod,
No hard commission to perform
The veng'ance of a God.
4 But all was mercy, all was wild,
And wrath forsook the throne,
When Christ on the kind errand came,
And brought salvation down.
5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds,
And wipe your sorrows dry:
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name,
And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls
Accept thine offer'd grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love,
And give the Father praise.
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First Line: | Come, happy souls, approach your God |
Title: | Christ's commission |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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