1 Well, the Redeemer's gone
T' appear before our God,
To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne
With his atoning blood.
2 No fiery vengeance now,
Nor burning wrath comes down;
If justice call for sinners' blood,
The Saviour shows his own.
3 Before his father's eye
Our humble suit he moves,
The Father lays his thunder by,
And looks, and smiles, and loves.
4 Now may our joyful tongues
Our Maker's honor sing,
Jesus the priest receives our songs,
And bears them to the King.
5 [We bow before his face,
And sound his glories high,
"Hosanna to the God of grace
That lays his thunder by.]
6 "On earth thy mercy reigns,
And triumphs all above;"
But, Lord, how weak are mortal strains
To speak immortal love!
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First Line: | Well, the Redeemer's gone |
Meter: | S. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Christ: Resurrection, Ascension, Intercession and Glory; Christ's Intercession |