Text:The Savior's Merit

IV. The Savior's Merit

1 Savior, I do feel thy merit,
Sprinkled with redeeming blood,
And my weary, troubled spirit,
Now finds rest with thee, my God.
I am safe, and I am happy,
While in thy dear arms I lie;
Sin nor Satan cannot hurt me,
While my Savior is so nigh.

2 Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory be to God on high,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Sing his praises thro' the sky,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the Father give,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Sing his prises all that live!

3 Now I'll sing my Savior's merit,
Tell the world of his dear name,
That if any want his spirit,
He is still the very same.
He that asketh, soon recieveth,
He that seeks is sure to find;
Whosoe'er on him believeth,
he will never cast behind.

4 Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glorious Christ of heav'nly birth;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Sing his praises through the earth;
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
Glory to the spirit be,
Glory, glory, glory, glory,
To the sacred One in Three.

5 Now our advocate is pleading,
With his father and our God,
And for us is interceding,
As the purchase of his blood.
Now me thinks I hear him praying,
"Father! save them; I have died:"
And the Father, answers, saying,
"They are freely justified."

6 Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy,
Worthy is the Lamb of God,
Worthy, worthy, worthy, worthy,
Who lov'd and wash'd us in his blood;
Holy, holy, holy, holy,
Holy is the Lord of Host,
Holy, holy, holy, holy,
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

7 Soon we hope to sing more sweetly,
At the marriage of the Lamb,
When the Bride is dress'd completely,
Fit to celebrate the same:
All the shouts shall then be ringing,
Round the throne of God most high,
And in sweet melodious singing,
Loud shall echo through the sky.

8 Glory, honor and thanksgiving,
Be unto the Lord our king;
O let every creature living
The redeemer's praises sing:
Allelujah! Allelujah!
Now the Lord Jehovah reigns;
Allelujah! Allelujah!
Sing his praise in higher strains.

9 Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed,
Blessed be the God of heav'n,
Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed,
Who has all our sins forgiv'n;
Praised be his holy name:
Praised, praised, praised, praised,
Now and evermore, Amen.

Text Information
First Line: Savior, I do feel thy merit
Title: The Savior's Merit
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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