Hymn 318 — For us, O Lord, Thou camest from on high,
| 318 | F. H. PARROT from French | 10.10.10.10. |
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For us, O Lord, Thou camest from on high, And from the manger to the cross didst go; Through suff'ring Thou didst win the victory, And on the tree Thou barest all our woe. | |
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Unfathomed anguish, and distress untold, From Thy heart's object turned Thee not away; Grief, e'en to death, upon Thy spirit rolled: Thou chosest still, blest Saviour, to obey. | |
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Thy life laid down, our sorrows Thou didst bear, A priceless off'ring all our thoughts above! Thou gav'st Thyself in grace beyond compare, Reserving nothing save the right to love. | |
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But joy now reigns, Thy suff'rings all are o'er; Lord, Thou art ris'n, enthroned in glory bright; And Thy redeemed ones know for evermore Thy peace and love, unchanging, infinite! | |
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Unquenched by death, eternal, still the same, Living and ever precious is Thy love! Soon Thou shalt come Thy ransomed saints to claim, To be with Thee for evermore above. | |