Text: | Celebrating the Perfections of the Work |
Author: | Medley |
1 Now in a song of grateful praise,
To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise,
With all the saints I'll join to tell,
That Jesus has done all things well.
2 All worlds his glorious power confess,
His wisdom all his works express;
But O his love! what tongue can tell!
My Jesus has done all things well.
3 How sov'reign, wonderful and free,
Has been this love to sinful me!
This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws,
And then he undertook my cause;
To save me, tho' I did rebell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
5 And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies has he made me prove!
Mercies which doth all praise excell;
My Jesus has done all things well.
6 Soon I shall pass this vale of death,
And in his arms resign my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
7 And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
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First Line: | Now in a song of grateful praise |
Title: | Celebrating the Perfections of the Work |
Author: | Medley |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Topic: | The Christian Life |