LXXIII. Jesus, thy blessings are not few

1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
And heal the dying Greek.

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
It's not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.

3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share;
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair

4 Come, all ye wretched sinners, come,
He'll form your souls anew;
His gospel and his heart, have room
For rebels such as you.

5 His doctrine is almighty love;
There's virtue in his name
To turn the raven to a dove,
The lion to a lamb.

6 O could we raise a song of praise,
Half equal to his love:
The heav'ns would ring while we should sing
Thro' all the courts above.

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First Line: Jesus, thy blessings are not few
Language: English
Publication Date: 1802
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