Spiritual Melody Containing near Three Hundred Sacred Hymns. By Benjamin Keach |
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HYMN 164. A Hymn of Praise after the Sacrament.
Halleluja!
O happy day
That ever Christ was born!
And happy we that e're we see
This everlasting Morn.
That ever Christ was born!
And happy we that e're we see
This everlasting Morn.
Bless'd be the Lamb that hither came
To be a Sacrifice;
'Tis by thy Blood we have all good,
In thee all Blessings lyes.
To be a Sacrifice;
'Tis by thy Blood we have all good,
In thee all Blessings lyes.
Our Bands to break thou didst them take,
And with them thou wast bound,
God's Cords we burst, thou wast acurst
To heal our grievous Wound;
And with them thou wast bound,
God's Cords we burst, thou wast acurst
To heal our grievous Wound;
For us he dy'd, being crucify'd,
Sustain'd that cruel death;
Wast broke with grief, us'd as a Thief,
And gave up his sweet breath.
Sustain'd that cruel death;
Wast broke with grief, us'd as a Thief,
And gave up his sweet breath.
His Grave was made, and Body laid
With the rich and unjust;
His Honour high despis'd did lye
All cover'd up in Dust.
With the rich and unjust;
His Honour high despis'd did lye
All cover'd up in Dust.
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Admirable sight, a love most bright,
Never the like was seen,
That one so high so low should lye,
Vile Wretches to redeem.
Never the like was seen,
That one so high so low should lye,
Vile Wretches to redeem.
'Mongst Men, what one wou'd e're have gone
His Son thus to abase,
For Enemies that him despise,
And were in such a case.
His Son thus to abase,
For Enemies that him despise,
And were in such a case.
Prais'd be the Lord, prais'd be the Word
And Spirit too therefore;
Sing praise will we to the bless'd Three,
Now and for evermore.
And Spirit too therefore;
Sing praise will we to the bless'd Three,
Now and for evermore.
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