The Psalms of David ‎#III.XI

III.XI. Lord, how divine thy Comforts are

1 Lord, how divine thy Comforts are;
How heav'nly is the Place,
Where Jesus spreads the sacred Feast
Of his redeeming Grace!

2 There the rich Bounties of our God,
And sweetest Glories shine;
There Jesus says, that I am his,
And my Beloved's mine.

3 Here (says the kind, redeeming Lord,
And shews his wounded Side)
See here the Spring of all your Joys
That open'd when I dy'd."

[4 He smiles and chears my mournful Heart,
And tells of all his Pain,
All this, said he, I bore for thee,
And then he smiles again.]

5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King
For Grace so vast as this?
He brings our Pardon to our Eyes,
And seals it with a Kiss.

[6 Let such amazing Loves as these
Be sounded all abroad;
Such Favours are beyond Degrees,
And worthy of a God.]

7 To him that wash'd us in his Blood
Be everlasting Praise,
Salvation, Honour, Glory, Pow'r,
Eternal as his Days.]

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• First Line: Lord, how divine thy Comforts are
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Pardon brought to our Senses

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