Hymnal: The Pilgrim's Hymn Book
Date: 1816
Compiler: Joseph Thomas
Publisher/Printer: J Foster
First Line: Jesus the Lord our souls adore
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: LM
Tune:
Hymn Number: CXLVI
Page Number: 192, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsJesus, the Lord, our souls adore,
A painful suff'rer now no more;
High on his father's throne, he reigns
O'er earth's and heav'n's extensive plains.
His race forever is complete,
Forever undisturb'd his seat;
Myr'ads of angels round him fly,
And sing his well gain'd victory.
Yet, 'midst the honors of his throne
He joys not for himself alone;
His meanest servants share their part
In his beloved tender heart.
Raise, raise, my soul thy raptur'd sight
With sacred wonder and delight;
Jesus thy own forerunner see,
Enter'd beyond the veil for thee.
Loud let the howling tempest yell,
And foaming waves to mountains swell;
No shipwreck can my vessel fear,
Since hope hath fix'd its anchor here.