1 Jesus, with all thy saints above
My tongue would bear her part,
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.
2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood,
And quench'd his Father’s flaming sword
In his own vital flood.
3 The Lamb that freed my captive soul
From Satan’s heavy chains,
And sent the lion down to howl
Where hell and horror reigns.
4 All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never-ceasing praise,
While angels live to know his name,
Or saints to feel his grace.
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First Line: | Jesus, with all thy saints above |
Title: | Redemption by price and power |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |