1 O thou God of my salvation,
My Redeemer from all sin,
Mov'd to this by great compassion,
Yearning bowels from within;
I will praise thee,
Where shall I thy praise begin.
2 While the angel-choirs are crying,
Glory to the great I AM!
I with them will still be vying,
Glory, glory, to the Lamb!
O how precious
Is the sound of Jesu's name!
3 Now I see, with joy and wonder,
Whence the healing streams arose,
Angel-minds are lost to ponder
Dying love's misterious cause;
Yet the blessing
Down to all, to me it flows.
4 Tho' unseen I love the Saviour,
He almighty grace hath shown;
Pardon'd guilt and purchas'd favour!
This he makes to mortals known;
Give him glory,
Glory, glory is his own.
5 Angels now are hov'ring round us,
Unperceiv'd they mix the throng,
Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us,
Glad to join the holy song:
Hallelujah,
Love and praise to Christ belong.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | O thou God of my salvation |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Praise |
Notes: | Public Domain. |