1 Indulgent God! to Thee I raise
My spirit fraught with joy and praise:
Grateful I bow before thy throne,
My debt of mercy there to own.
2 Rivers descending, Lord! from Thee
Perpetual glide to solace me:
Their varied virtues to rehearse,
Demands an everlasting verse.
3 And yet there is, beyond the rest,
One stream--the widest and the best--
Salvation! Lo, the purple flood
Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood.
4 I taste--delight succeeds to wo;
I bathe--no waters cleanse me so:
Such joy and purity to share,
I would remain enraptur'd there.
5 Till death shall give this soul to know
The fulness sought in vain below;--
The fulness of that boundless sea
Whence flow'd the river down to me.
6 My soul--with such a scene in view--
Bids mortals' joys a glad adieu;
Nor dreads a few chastizing woes
Sent with such love--so soon to close.
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First Line: | Indulgent God! to Thee I raise |
Title: | Happy in the Salvation of God |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
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Topic: | The Christian: His Conversion |
Notes: | Public Domain. |