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Come let us all, who here have seen

Come let us all, who here have seen

Author: Joseph Stennett
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

1 Come let us all, who here have seen,
And tasted of our Saviour's grace,
From his bless'd table to his cross,
In thought, his weary footsteps trace
Into the garden first he goes,
Where mortal fears beset him round;
Sin's pressing weight o'erwhelms his soul
And sinks his body to the ground.

2 Here, prostrate as he lies, he groans,
Pouring out Pray'rs with fervent Cries,
'Till he sweats drops of Blood, to mix
With Floods that issue from his Eyes.
Yet are his Sorrows but begun;
By one Disciple He's betray'd
Another Him with Oaths denies,
The rest all run like sheep afraid.

3 Falsly accus'd, He's doom'd to die;
Loaded with blasphemy and scorn,
He's rudely buffered and bound,
His naked flesh with scourges torn.
His temples wear a wreath of thorns,
Vile Spitting his pure face profanes;
His weary shoulders bear a cross,
On which He suffers mortal pains.

4 Between two thieves He ling'ring dies.
While thousand tortures on Him meet:
His heart's dissolv'd within; his blood
flows out in streams from hands and feet.
These streams, join'd with the other flood
That gush'd out from his wounded side,
Compose a sovereign bath, wherein
The leprous Soul is purify'd.

Source: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre: being the New-England Psalm-Book, revised and improved... (2nd ed.) #XXV

Author: Joseph Stennett

The author was a Baptist preacher in London, from 1690, to his death in 1713. --Annotations of the Hymnal, Charles Hutchins, M.A. 1872.… Go to person page >

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First Line: Come let us all, who here have seen
Author: Joseph Stennett



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