Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: To Him who did salvation bring
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
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Meter: 8 8 6 8 8 6
Tune: Goodwin
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 180, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsTo Him who did salvation bring,
Wake ev'ry tuneful power, and sing
A song of sweetest praise,
A song of sweetest praise:
His grace diffuses, as the rains
Crown nature's flowery hills and plains,
And spread a thousand ways,
And spread a thousand ways.
We feel redemption drawing near;
We soon in glory shall appear,
And be forever bless'd,
And be forever bless'd;
His promise never can delay;
Our Jesus, on th' appointed day.
By faith we view him coming down,
With angels hovering all around;
He smiles upon his saints:
He cries aloud, in melting strains,
I come to save you from your pains
And end your sore complaints.
The smiling millions rise and sing,
All glory! Glory to our King!
The Grand Assize is come:
You everlasting doors, fly wide,
The Church is glorious as a bride,
And Jesus takes her home.
In all the heavens there's not a tear,
Nor in the realms of bliss a fear,
But pleasures yet unknown:
From heaven to heaven we sound the bliss;
Oh, what a blest abode is this,
Forever round the throne!
The joys of heaven will never end;
All glory to the sinner's Friend!
Roll on, you happy scenes!
You winged seraphs, help us praise
The Author of eternal joys!
Our Jesus ever reigns.