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Declare among the people his doings.
Psalm 9:11.
Come, every pious heart
That loves the Saviour’s name,
Your noblest powers exert
To celebrate his fame:
Tell all above and all below
The debt of love to him you owe.
2 Such was his zeal for God,
And such his love for you,
He nobly undertook
What angels could not do;
His every deed of love and grace
All words exceed, all thoughts surpass.
3 He left his starry crown,
And laid his robes aside;
On wings of love came down,
And wept, and bled, and died;
What he endured, O who can tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!
4 From the dark grave he rose,
The mansion of the dead;
And thence his mighty foes
In glorious triumph led;
Up through the sky the Conqueror rode,
And reigns on high the Son of God.
5 From thence he’ll quickly come,
His chariot will not stay,
And bear our spirits home
To realms of endless day:
There shall we see his lovely face,
And ever be in his embrace.
Stennett.