Hymn Selection

290

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1
I LOVE to sing of Jesus,
The story all so true,
To me most sweet and precious,
The old but ever new.
He came from brightest glory,
From radiant courts on high;
How matchless is the story
Of Him who came to die!
2
'Twas then my Saviour suffered,
And tasted death for me;
Yes, then the work He finished,
That sets me ever free -
My sins all laid upon Him,
The wrath and judgement borne,
The power of Satan broken,
In Jesus' death of scorn.
3
And now the Lord is risen,
His pain and travail o'er;
Seated in highest heaven
Alive, to die no more.
And by the Holy Spirit
He gives me, here below,
Rich blessings to inherit,
The love of God to know.
4
'Tis life and wondrous favour
To live e'en now to God
Through Him, the glorious Saviour
Who shed His precious blood;
And soon He's coming for me,
To take me home above,
Where still I'll sing the story
Of Jesus and His love.

R.D. Edwards*

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