1 Saviour, I do feel thy merit,
Sprinkled with redeeming blood;
And my weary troubled spirit,
Now finds rest in thee my God.
2 I am safe, and I am happy
While in thy dear arms I lie:
Sin and Satan cannot harm me
While my Saviour is so nigh.
3 Now I'll sing of Jesus's merit,
Tell the world of his dear name,
That if any wants his spirit,
He is still the very same.
4 He that asketh soon receiveth,
He that seeks is sure to find;
Who of comfort is bereaved,
Jesus never casts behind.
5 Now our advocate is pleading
With his Father and our God:
Now for us he's interceeding,
As the purchase of his blood.
6 Now methinks I hear him praying
"Father save them, I have dy'd:"
And the Father answers, saying,
"They are freely justify'd."
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First Line: | Saviour, I do feel thy merit |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |