Text: | Ransom |
1 "I come," the great Redeemer cries,
"A year of freedom to declare,
From debts and bondage to discharge,
And Jews and Greeks the grace shall share:
2 A day of vengeance I proclaim,
But not on man the storm shall fall,
On me its thunder shall descend,
My strength, my love sustain them all."
3 Stupendous favour! matchless grace!
Jesus has di'd that we might live:
Not worlds below, or worlds above
Could so divine a ransom give.
4 To him, who lov'd our ruin'd race,
And for our lives laid down his own,
Let songs of joyful praises rise,
Sublime, eternal as his throne.
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First Line: | "I come," the great Redeemer cries |
Title: | Ransom |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; |
Source: | Rippon's Coll. |