1 Jesus, how glorious is thy Grace!
How excellent thy Name!
Unclouded Heavens in thy Face,
Thou venerable Lamb.
2 Tho' thou wast rich in Angel's Songs,
Thou willingly was born
To feel the Rage of mortal Tongues,
Their Ridicule and Scorn.
3 Tho' thou wast rich in Pow'r supreme,
Yet didst thou condescend,
From Worms of Earth to suffer Shame,
And Insults from the Fiend.
4 Tho' thou was rich in Righteousness,
Divinely pure within;
Yet didst thou feel Hell's deep Distress,
When made our curse and Sin.
5 Tho' thou wast infinitely high
And rich, yet didst thou take
The deepest Shame and Poverty,
And for the Sinner's sake:
6 That, thro' thy Poverty and Loss,
We might be rich and blest;
And, by the Labours of thy Cross,
Might gain eternal Rest.
7 Inrich'd by all thy Loss and Smart,
Thy Heav'n's on man bestow'd;
Witness'd, when from thy bleeding Heart
The Blood and Water flow'd.
8 Our dearest Lord, we bless thy Grace,
Thy wond'rous Love admire;
To see the Beauties of thy Face,
May all the World desire.
9 Live Jesus, live for-ever more,
Whilst all the Sons of God
Thy glorious Person shall adore,
And bless thy Grace and Blood.
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First Line: | Jesus, how glorious is thy Grace! |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1776 |
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