1 Of him who did salvation bring,
I could for ever think and sing;
Arise ye guilty, he'll forgive;
Arise ye needy, he'll relieve.
2 Ask but his grace, and lo! 'tis given;
Ask, and he turns your hell to heaven:
Tho' sin and sorrow wound my soul,
Jesu, thy balm will make it whole.
3 To shame our sins he blush'd in blood,
He clos'd his eyes to shew us God;
Let all the world fall down and know
That none but God such love could show.
4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone
I shed my tears and make my moan;
Where'er I am, where'er I move,
I meet the object of my love.
5 Insatiate to this spring I fly;
I drink, and yet am ever dry;
Ah! who against thy charms is proof!
Ah! who that loves can love enough!
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First Line: | Of him who did salvation bring |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Petition |