1 All-glorious God, what hymns of praise
Shall our transported voices raise@
What ardent love and zeal is due,
While heav'n stands open to our view?
2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low@
Just on the brink of endless wo;
When Jesus from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love.
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heav'nly light!
By him what wond'rous grace is shewn
To souls impov'rish'd and undone!
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores
A bright inheritance is ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!
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First Line: | All-glorious God, what hymns of praise |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |