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CLIII. O God of all grace

1 O God of all grace,
Thy goodness we praise,
Thy Son thou hast given to die in our place:
With joy we approve
The design of thy love,
'Tis a wonder on earth, and a wonder above.

2 Tongue cannot explain
The love of God-Man,
Which the angels desire to look into in vain:
It dazzles our eyes,
Thought cannot arise,
To find out a cause why the Infinite dies.

3 Or if pity inclin'd
Him to die for mankind,
The ground of his pity what seraph can find!
He came from above
Our curse to remove;
He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, because he would love.

4 Love mov'd him to die,
And on this we rely,
He hath lov'd, he hath lov'd us, we cannot tell why:
But this we can tell,
He hath lov'd us so well
As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell.

5 He hath ransom'd our race,
O how shall we praise,
Or worthily sing thy unspeakable grace?
Nothing else will we know
In our journey below,
But singing thy grace, to thy paradise go.

6 Nay, and when we remove,
To the mansions above,
Our heaven shall still be to sing of thy love;
When time is no more,
We still shall adore
The ocean of love, without bottom or shore.

7 Ere long we shall fly
To the regions on high,
For Israel's strength can not vary or lie;
He soon shall appear,
He more than draws near,
Our Jesus is come, and eternity's here.

Text Information

• First Line: O God of all grace
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Praise
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Tune: PASSION

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