1 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our tho't,
Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
But thou hast set before our eyes
An all sufficient sacrifice.
3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears;
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
4 "Behold, I come (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes)
I come to bear the heavy load
Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 'Tis written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me;
I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6 I'll magnify thy holy law,
And rebels to obedience draw,
When on my cross I'm lifted high,
Or to my crown above the sky.
7 The spirit shall descend and show
What thou hast done, and what I do;
The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,
Thy wisdom and they righteousness."
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First Line: | The wonders Lord thy love has wrought |
Title: | Sacrifice |
Author: | Watts |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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