Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 97. The Excellency of the Gospel.
Blessed be God that we were born
Under the joyful sound,
And rightly have Baptized been,
And bred on English ground,
Under the joyful sound,
And rightly have Baptized been,
And bred on English ground,
Where God most gracious doth appear,
And does pour forth his Grace;
The lines are fallen unto us
In a most pleasant place.
And does pour forth his Grace;
The lines are fallen unto us
In a most pleasant place.
“We might have been dark Pagans all,
“Or veiled like each Jew,
“Or cheated with an Alcoran
“Amongst the Turkish crew.
“Or veiled like each Jew,
“Or cheated with an Alcoran
“Amongst the Turkish crew.
Dumb Pictures might we all ador'd,
Like Papists in Devotion;
And with Rome's Errours so been stor'd,
To drink her deadly Potion.
Like Papists in Devotion;
And with Rome's Errours so been stor'd,
To drink her deadly Potion.
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We might have liv'd in shades of night,
And ne're have known good days,
But thou hast sent us Gospel Light
To thine eternal praise.
And ne're have known good days,
But thou hast sent us Gospel Light
To thine eternal praise.
The Sun which rose up in the East,
And drove their shades away,
Hath sent his Light unto the West,
And turn'd our Night to Day.
And drove their shades away,
Hath sent his Light unto the West,
And turn'd our Night to Day.
Blessed be God for what we see,
Our God for what we hear;
Sweet News of Heaven, Lord, from thee
Sounds daily in our Ear.
Our God for what we hear;
Sweet News of Heaven, Lord, from thee
Sounds daily in our Ear.
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