1 Raise your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune.
Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing, how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bade him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.
3 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy filled the throne,
No wrath stood frowning by,
When Christ was sent with pardon down
To rebels doomed to die.
5 Now sinners dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of his love,
And take the offer'd peace.
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First Line: | Raise your triumphant songs |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christ: Incarnation; Mercy and not Wrath results from the mission of Christ |