Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#149

149. Father, I sing thy wond'rous grace

1 Father, I sing thy wond'rous grace,
I bless my Savior's name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner's shame.

2 His deep distress hath 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 goat's or bullock's blood.

4 This shall his humble follow'rs 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I sing thy wond'rous grace
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 69
• Notes: Part 3

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