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Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell

Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell

Published in 55 hymnals

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Representative Text

1 Atttend, ye saints, and hear me tell
The wonders of Immanuel;
Who saved me from a burning hell,
And brought my soul with Him to dwell,
And feel a blessèd union.

2 At first He saw me from on high,
Beheld my soul in ruin lie;
He looked on me with pitying eye,
And said to me as He passed by,
"With God you have no union."

3 Then I began to mourn and cry,
I looked this way and that to fly;
It grieved me for that I must die,
I strove salvation for to buy
But still I had no union.

4 But when my Savior took me in,
And with His blood did wash me clean,
’Twas then I hated every sin;
And O! what seasons I have seen,
E’er since I felt this union.

5 I praised the Lord both night and day,
From house to house I went to pray;
And if I met one on the way,
I always had some word to say
About this blessèd union.

6 I wonder why old saints don’t sing,
And praise the Lord upon the wing,
And make the heav’nly arches ring,
With loud hosannas to their king,
Who brought their souls to union.

7 O come, backsliders, come away,
And learn to do as well as say;
And mind to watch as well as pray:
Come, bear your cross from day to day,
And then you’ll feel this union.

8 Soon we shall break all nature’s ties,
On wings of love our souls shall rise,
And shout salvation through the skies,
And gain the mark and win the prize,
And feel a heav’nly union.

9 Then every saint that’s here below,
Will leave these climes of pain and woe;
And they will home to glory go;
And there they’ll hear and see and know
And feel this perfect union.

10 There we the glorious Lamb shall see,
Who groaned and died upon the tree,
For sinners such as you and me,
That we might His salvation see,
And feel a heav’nly union.

11 When we recount life’s dangers o’er,
Review the labors which we bore;
And see ourselves safe on the shore,
With love our conqueror we’ll adore,
And feel increasing union.

12 When countless years have rolled away,
Our vigor suffering no decay,
We’ll all as one with rapture say,
We still remember well the day
Our souls first felt this union.

13 Reign, glorious Jesus, reign on high,
’Tis Thou that brought us rebels nigh;
We’ll shout redemption through the sky,
And praise Thee to eternity
For such a glorious union.

14 The hosts of Heav’n shall all agree,
In purest strains of symphony;
And shout, "Eternal glory be
To three in One, and One in three,"
Crying, "O this glorious union."

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10641

Text Information

First Line: Attend, ye saints, and hear me tell



The Cyber Hymnal #10641
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The Cyber Hymnal #10641

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