1 Fain would my soul with wonder trace
Thy mercies, O my God;
And tell the riches of thy grace--
The merits of thy blood.
2 With Israel's King, my heart would cry,
While I review thy ways,
Tell my, my Saviour, who am I,
That I should see thy face?
3 Form'd by thine hand, and form'd for thee,
I would be ever thine:
My Saviour, make my spirit free,
With beams of mercy shine.
4 Fain would my soul with rapture dwell
On thy redeeming grace;
O for a thousand tongues to tell
My dear Redeemer's praise.
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First Line: | Fain would my soul with wonder trace |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Reviewing the Mercies of God; The Means of Grace: Prayer—Private |