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| Text: | A Song of Praise to Christ |
| Author: | Stennett |
1 Come, every gracious heart,
That loves the Saviour’s name,
Your noblest powers exert,
To celebrate his fame;
Tell all who fear the Lord below,
The debt of love to him you owe.
2 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside,
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died;
What he endured no tongue can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell.
3 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
And reigns on high, the Saviour, God.
4 From thence he’ll quickly come;
His chariots will not stay;
And bear our spirits home,
To realms of endless day.
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever dwell in his embrace.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Come, every gracious heart |
| Title: | A Song of Praise to Christ |
| Author: | Stennett |
| Meter: | 148th |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1844 |
| Topic: | Praise |