praise his glo-rious name! Lofty, pure, the strain should be, When I sing of Cal-va
2 Love, love on earth appears!
The wretched throng his way;
He beareth all their griefs,
And wipes their tears away.
Soft and sweet the strain should be,
Saviour, when I sing of thee.
3 He saw me, as he passed,
In hopeless sorrow lie,
Condemned and doomed to death,
And no salvation nigh.
Loud and long the strain should be,
When I sing his love to me.
4 "I die for thee," he saidBehold the cross, arise! And lo! he bows his head
He bows his head, and dies!
Soft, my harp, thy breathings be,
Let me weep on Calvary.
5 He lives! again he lives!
I hear the voice of Love-
He comes to soothe my fears,
And draw my soul above.
Joyful now the strain shall be,
When I sing of Calvary.
praise his glo-rious name! Lofty, pure, the strain should be, When I sing of Cal-va
2 Love, love on earth appears!
The wretched throng his way;
He beareth all their griefs,
And wipes their tears away.
Soft and sweet the strain should be,
Saviour, when I sing of thee.
3 He saw me, as he passed,
In hopeless sorrow lie,
Condemned and doomed to death,
And no salvation nigh.
Loud and long the strain should be,
When I sing his love to me.
4 "I die for thee," he saidBehold the cross, arise! And lo! he bows his head
He bows his head, and dies!
Soft, my harp, thy breathings be,
Let me weep on Calvary.
5 He lives! again he lives!
I hear the voice of Love-
• He comes to soothe my fears,
And draw my soul above.
Joyful now the strain shall be,
When I sing of Calvary.
"Unto him that loved us and washed us from our sins in his own blood." Rev. 1: 5. Words by H. L. HASTINGS.
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