1 Father, I sing thy wond'rous Grace,
I bless my Saviour's Name;
He bought Salvation for the Poor,
And bore the Sinner's Shame.
2 His deep Distress has rais'd us high,
His Duty and his zeal
Fulfill'd the Law which Mortals broke,
And finish'd all thy Will.
3 His dying Groans, his living Songs,
Shall better please my GOD
Than Harp or Trumpet's solemn Sound,
Than Goats or Bullocks Blood.
4 This shall his humble Follow'rs see,
And set their Hearts at Rest;
They by his Death draw near to Thee,
And live for ever blest.
5 Let Heav'n and all that dwell on high,
To GOD their Voices raise,
While Lands and Seas assist the Sky,
And join t' advance the Praise.
6 Sion is thine, Most Holy GOD,
Thy Son shall bless her Gates;
And Glory, purchas'd by his Blood
For thy own Isr'el waits.
|First Line:||Father, I sing thy wond'rous Grace|
|Title:||Christ's Obedience and Death; or, God glorified, and Sinners saved|
|Topic:||Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ: his death and resurrection; Christ: his obedience and death(8 more...)|