1 See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow,
Adoring low before thy throne;
Accept our humble, cheerful vow,
Thou art our Sovereign, thou alone.
2 Beneath thy soul-reviving ray,
Even cold afflictions wintry gloom
Shall brighten into vernal day,
And hopes and joys immortal bloom.
3 Smile on our souls, and bid us sing,
In concert with the choir above,
The glories of our Saviour King,
And condescensions of his love.
4 Amazing love! that stoop'd so low,
To view with pity's melting eye
Vile men, deserving endless woe!
Amazing love!— did Jesus die?—
5 He died, to raise to life and joy
The vile, the guilty, the undone;
O let his praise each hour employ,
'Till hours no more heir circles run!
6 He died!— ye seraphs, tune your songs,
Resound, resound the Saviour's name:
For nought below immortal tongues
Can ever reach the wonderous theme.
Source: A Collection of Evangelical Hymns #XCI
|First Line:||See, Lord, thy willing subjects bow|
|Title:||The Dying Love of Christ, Constraining to Thankful Devotion|