| Text: | "He hateth putting away" |
| Author: | Kent |
1 Let Zion songs of triumph sing;
Let gladness crown the day;
Jehovah is her God and King,
He hates to put away.
2 ’Graved on his hands divinely fair,
Who did their ransom pay,
The golden letters still appear;
He hates to put away.
3 Think not that he’ll thy suit reject,
Or spurn thy humble plea;
He hears the groans of his elect,
And hates to put away.
4 [When loathsome in thy sins and blood,
He did thy state survey,
And for a stranger Surety stood;
He hates to put away.]
5 Salvation’s of the Lord alone;
Grace is a shoreless sea;
In heaven there’s ne’er a vacant throne;
He hates to put away.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Let Zion songs of triumph sing |
| Title: | "He hateth putting away" |
| Author: | Kent |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1844 |
| Topic: | Praise |