Our Master, Jesus, reign'd above

Our Master, Jesus, reign'd above,
The Lord of all was He;
And yet He chose to set His love,
O wondrous love! on me.

Our Master, Jesus,--bless His name!
I love to hear the sound,--
When I was lost to seek me came,
And, O thank God! He found.

Our Master, Jesus, from His birth
My sins and sorrows bore;
And while He lived, like me, on earth,
A servant's form He wore.

Our Master, Jesus, went to preach
The Gospel every where,
And by His own example teach
How we the Cross should bear.

Our Master, Jesus, O how kind
Was all He did and said!
He heal'd the sick, the lame, the blind,
And raised to life the dead,

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Our Master, Jesus, crucified
By hands of wicked men,
Pray'd for His murderers;--then He died;
He died, but rose again.

Our Master, Jesus, suffer'd this,
The world from hell to save,
And bring to heaven's amazing bliss,
The free man and the slave.

Our Master, Jesus, takes delight
In hearts made pure within;
Though we are black, our souls are white,
When He forgives our sin.

Our Master, Jesus, who didst give
Thyself to die for me,
Grant the poor negro grace to live,
And grace to die to Thee.

Sacred Poems and Hymns