Hymnary Friends,

We don't often ask for money.

But, before you hit the "close" button on this box, please consider a donation to keep Hymnary.org going.

You are one of more than half a million people who come here every month: worship leaders, hymnologists, hymn lovers and many more. Here at Hymnary.org, you have free access to the most complete database of North American hymnody on the planet. But this project does not come without a cost, and we have limited sources of revenue.

So if you benefit from Hymnary.org, would you please consider a donation today? Even small amounts help, and they also let us know you're behind us and support what we do.

You can make your tax-deductible contribution by sending a check to Hymnary.org at 3201 Burton SE, Grand Rapids, MI 49546, or you can click the Donate button below to be taken to a secure site.

On behalf of the entire Hymnary.org team,
Harry Plantinga

56. Come all, who love my Lord and master

Come all, who love my Lord and master,
And like old David, I will tell,
Though chief of sinners, I've found favor,
Redeemed by grace from death and hell.
Far as the east from west is parted,
So far my sins by's dying love,
From me by faith are separated,
blest antepast of joys above.

I late estranged from Jesus wandered,
And thought each dangerous poison good,
But he in mercy long pursued me,
With cries of his redeeming blood.
Though like Bartimeus I was blinded,
In nature's darkest night concealed,
But Jesus' love removed my blindness,
And he his pardoning grace revealed.

Now I will praise him, he spares me,
And with his people sing aloud,
Though opposed, and sinners mock me,
In rapturous songs I'll praise my God.
By faith I view the heavenly concert,
They sing high strains of Jesus' love
O! with desire my soul is longing,
And fain would be with Christ above.

That blessed day is fast approaching,
When Christ in glorious clouds will come,
With sounding trumps and shouts of angels
To call each faithful spirit home.
There's Abraham, Isaac, holy prophets,
And all the saints at God's right hand,
There hosts of angels join in concert,
Shout as they reach the promised land.

Text Information
First Line: Come all, who love my Lord and master
Title: Come all, who love my Lord and master
Publication Date: 1854
Meter: 9, 8
Language: English
Tune Information
Meter: 9, 8

Audio recording: MP3
(Brock Organ)
MIDI file: RedeemingGrace.midi

Suggestions or corrections? Contact us