Hymn 290 — I love to sing of Jesus,
| 290 | R. D. EDWARDS Adapted | 7.6.7.6.7.6.7.6. |
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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! | |
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'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 judgment borne, The power of Satan broken, In Jesus' death of scorn. | |
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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. | |
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'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. | |