1 In songs of sublime adoration and praise,
Ye pilgrims for Zion who press,
Break forth and extol the great Ancient of Days,
His rich and unmerited grace.
2 His love, from eternity, burn'd for our race,
Broke forth and discover'd its flame;
And now with the cords of His kindness He draws,
And brings us to love His great name.
3 Oh, had He not pitied the state we were in,
Our bosoms His love had ne'er felt:
We all would have lived, would have died too in sin,
And sunk with the load of our guilt.
4 What was there in man that could merit esteem,
Or give the Creator delight?
'Twas "Even so, Father," we ever must sing,
Because it seem'd good in Thy sight.
5 Urged on by His grace, did the Saviour appear,
The bearer of help from above:
Now all who are thirsting may freely draw near
And drink in the streams of His love.
6 Then give all the glory to His holy name,
To Him all the glory belongs;
Be ours the high joys still to sound forth His fame,
And crown Him in each of our songs.
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First Line: | In songs of sublime adoration and praise |
Meter: | 11s & 8s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Praise to; Goodness of God: in the mission of Christ; Grace: Redeeming(7 more...) |