1 Raise your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune;
Let the wide earth resound the deeds
Celestial grace has done.
2 Sing how eternal love
Its chief Beloved chose,
And bade him raise our wretched race
From their abyss of woes.
3 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes His brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls
To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne,
No wrath stood frowning by,
When Christ was sent with pardon down
To rebels doom'd to die.
5 Now, sinners, dry your tears;
Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the sceptre of His love,
And take the offer'd peace.
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First Line: | Raise your triumphant songs |
Meter: | S. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: Praise to; God: Redeemer; Goodness of God: in the mission of Christ(8 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: Watts |