Oh, what mercy flows from heaven,
Oh, what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
2 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
Unconcern'd in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Saviour pass'd this way.
Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
My Redeemer's tenderness;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Sing, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst astonish'd, I admire
God's free grace and boundless love.
That blest moment I received Him,
Fill'd my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much? I've much forgiven;
I'm a miracle of grace.
PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimm'ring day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace
Beheld our helpless grief,
He saw, and (oh, amazing love!)
He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above
With joyful haste He fled,
Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4 He spoil'd the powers of darkness thus,
And brake our iron chains;
Jesus has freed our captive souls
From everlasting pains.
5 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break,
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
6 Angels, assist our mighty joys,
Strike all your harps of gold;
But when you raise your highest notes,
His love can ne'er be told.
O our Redeemer's glorious name
Awake the sacred song!
Oh, may His love, immortal flame,
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue!
2 His love what mortal thought can reach! What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 He left His radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to Thee, May every heart with rapture say, "The Saviour died for me."
5 Oh, may the sweet, the blissful theme
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue:
Till strangers love Thy charming name,
And join the sacred song.
AJESTIC sweetness sits enthroned
Upon the Saviour's brow;
His head with radiant glories crown'd,
His lips with grace o'erflow.
2 No mortal can with Him compare
Among the sons of men;
Fairer is He than all the fair
Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress,
And flew to my relief;
For me He bore the shameful cross,
And carried all my grief.
4 To Him I owe my life and breath,
And all the joys I have;
He makes me triumph over death,
And saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of His abode,
He brings my weary feet,
Shows me the glories of my God,
And makes my joys complete.
6 Since from His bounty I receive
Such proofs of love divine,
Had I a thousand hearts to give,
Lord, they should all be Thine.
YLORY to God on high!
G Let heaven and earth reply,
"Praise ye His name!"
His love and grace adore,
Who all our sorrows bore,
Sing loud forevermore,
Worthy the Lamb!"
2 While they around the throne
Cheerfully join in one,
Praising His name,
Ye who have felt His blood
Sealing your peace with God,
Sound His dear name abroad,
"Worthy the Lamb!”
3 Join, all ye ransom'd race,
Our Lord and God to bless:
Praise ye His name!
In Him we will rejoice,
And make a joyful noise,
Shouting with heart and voice,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
4 Soon must we change our place,
Yet will we never cease
Praising His name:
To Him our songs we bring;
Hail Him our gracious King;
And through all ages sing,
"Worthy the Lamb!"
could I speak the matchless worth, Oh, could I sound the glories forth Which in my Saviour shine,
I'd soar and touch the heavenly strings,
And vie with Gabriel, while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
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.
YOME, let us join our
With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues,
But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
"For He was slain for us.'
Jesus is worthy to receive
Honor and power divine;
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