1 Dear Lord! my panting soul inflame, To spread abroad thy matchless fame, And with a solemn pleasure tell, The grace which saves from death and hell.
2 Here’s pardon full for sin that’s past; It matters not how black their cast; And O my soul, with wonder view, For sins to come here’s pardon too.
3 The nation, thus redeemed from sin, Was chosen, loved, and blessed in him; They ne’er shall die while Jesus lives; His covenant life eternal gives.
4 Let saints prepare to crown his brow With bright immortal trophies now; And let their songs record his name, His honours, and his deathless fame.Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #407