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2 I'd sing the precious blood He spilt, My ransom from the dreadful guilt
Of sin, and wrath divine: I'd sing His glorious righteousness, In which all-perfect, heavenly dress
My soul shall ever shine.
3 I'd sing the characters He bears, And all the forms of love He wears,
Exalted on His throne: |
In loftiest songs of sweetest praise, I would to everlasting days Make all His glories known.
4 Well, the delightful day will come
When my dear Lord will bring me home,
And I shall see His face; Then with my Saviour, brother, friend, A blest eternity I'll spend,. Triumphant in His grace.
Rev. Samuel Medley, 1789 |
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