Hymn 245 — God, from His throne on high,
| 245 | I. FLEMING | 6.6.8.6.6.8. |
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God, from His throne on high, Gave His own Son to die, His only Son, in wondrous grace, That sinners blest might be; From Satan's power set free; And dwell in love before His face. | |
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From heav'n the Saviour came, Jesus, His precious name, The mighty One, of all things Lord; Lost, sinful man to save, To triumph o'er the grave, And bring the wand'rer home to God. | |
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He heals the sin-distrest; The weary come for rest; And old and young may learn His love. To Him they gladly press, He every one doth bless, And one and all His goodness prove. | |
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Then onward to the cross, Through toil, and grief, and loss, The Man of sorrows wends His way; To sheathe the judgment sword, The wrath He there endured, And now is crowned in brightest day. | |
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Come to Him, sinner, come! Nor longer from Him roam; Come as you are in all your sin; Sad, guilty, helpless, lost, Tried, troubled, tempest-tossed, -- By Christ, the door, now enter in. | |