Hymnal: The Christian Psalmist
Date: 1848
Compiler: S W Leonard and A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: S W Leonard
First Line: God forbid that I should glory
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 7s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 215
Page Number: 215, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsGod forbid that I should glory,
Save in Christ the crucified,
Or should blush to tell the story,
How for sinners Jesus died.
Let the rich display their treasures,
Let them boast how bright they shine,
I will never seek their pleasures,
While the dear Redeemer's mine.
Though from Kings I had descended,
And could boast of noblest birth,
Though my brilliant fame extended
Far and wide o'er all the earth,
Though the utmost stores of learning,
All were treasured in my mind;
From the whole with gladness turning,
All my joy in Christ I'd find.
What is all the wealth of nations?
What their glittering pomp and power?
What the most exalted stations,
In the sinner's dying hour?
When the world is fast retreating,
Greatest gains appear but loss:
When the parting breath is fleeting,
Naught can cheer but Calvary's cross.
Let me hear my Saviour saying,
"I'll be with thee to the end;
I will answer thee when praying,
I will prove thy faithful friend;"
Then, though all the world forsake me,
I'll rejoice in Christ my Lord;
Soon from sufferings freed he'll take me
To enjoy a full reward.
When at last from earth I'm shrinking,
When my pulses feebly beat,
When in death's cold arms I'm sinking,
Then with joy I shall repeat--
God forbid that I should glory,
Save in Christ the crucified;
Still in death I'll tell the story,
How for sinners Jesus died.