Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#III.XI

III.XI. Pardon brought to our senses

1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
How heav'nly is the place
Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast
Of his redeeming grace!

2 There the rich bounties of our God,
And sweetest glories shine;
There Jesus says that "I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

3 "Here (says the kind, redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded side)
"See here the spring of all your joys
That open'd when I dy'd!"

4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart,
And tells of all his pain:
"All this (says he) I bore for thee;"
And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King
For grace so vast as this?
He brings our pardon to our eyes,
And seals it with a kiss.

6 [Let such amazing loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;
Such favours are beyond degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

7 To him that wash'd us in his blood
Be everlasting praise;
Salvation, honour, glory, pow'r,
Eternal as his days.]

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, how divine thy comforts are!
• Title: Pardon brought to our senses
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793

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