LXXXVII. Father, I sing thy wondrous Grace

1 Father, I sing thy wond'rous Grace,
I bless my Saviour's Name;
He bought Salvation for the Poor,
and bore the Sinner's Shame.
2 His deep Distress has rais'd us high,
his Duty and his Zeal
Fulfill'd the Law which Mortals broke,
and finish'd all thy Will.

3 His dying Groans, his living Songs,
shall better please my God,
Than Harp or Trumpet's solemn Sound,
than Goats or Bullocks Blood.
4 This shall his humble Followers see,
and set their Hearts at rest;
They by his Death draw near to Thee,
and live for ever blest.

5 Let Heav'n and all that dwell on high,
to God their Voices raise,
While Lands and Seas assist the Sky,
and join t' advance the Praise.
6 Zion is thine, Most Holy God,
thy Son shall bless her Gates;
And Glory, purchas'd by his Blood
for thy own Isr'el waits.

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First Line: Father, I sing thy wondrous Grace
Language: English
Publication Date: 1765
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