1 Now to the Pow'r of God supreme
Be everlasting Honours giv'n;
He saves from Hell (we bless his Name)
He calls our wand'ring Feet to Heav'n.
2 Not for our Duties or Deserts,
But of his own abounding Grace,
He works Salvation in our Hearts,
And forms a People for his Praise.
3 'Twas his own Purpose that begun
To rescue Rebels doom'd to die;
He gave us Grace in Christ his Son
Before He spread the starry Sky.
4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,
And makes his Father's Counsels known;
Declares the great Transactions pass'd,
And brings immortal Blessings down.
5 He dies; and in that dreadful Night
Did all the Pow'rs of Hell destroy;
Rising He brought our Heav'n to Light,
And took Possession of the Joy.
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First Line: | Now to the Pow'r of God supreme |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1760 |
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