Text: | "To the uttermost" |
1 All-sufficient is our Jesus,
Though our sins are black as hell;
From pollution he can raise us,
Or from nature’s deepest cell;
He on Calvary
Cancelled all his people’s sin.
2 Weeping saint, forget thy mourning;
Why cast down, or troubled so?
To the cross thy eyes be turning;
See what healing virtues flow;
Christ exalted,
Is the hope of Israel now.
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First Line: | All-sufficient is our Jesus |
Title: | "To the uttermost" |
Meter: | 8.7.4. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |