1 Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus,
Only Thee I wish to sing;
To my soul Thy name is precious,
Thou my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Oh, what mercy flows from heaven,
Oh, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’m much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.
2 Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd this way.
Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer’s tenderness;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.
3 Sing, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst astonish'd, I admire
God’s free grace and boundless love.
That blest moment I received Him,
Fill'd my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
I’m a miracle of grace.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus |
Meter: | 8s & 7s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Praise to; Gratitude: for the atonement; Praise: To Christ(1 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Wingrove |