English poem
Christian Songs, Song XXVIII
by John Glas (1809–1894)
The death of God, who death o'ercame, Doth fire our love, our lusts destroy; The praises of the worthy Lamb Our tongues shall ever speak with joy: His blessed merit now doth shine! And we're possess'd of worth divine.
2 Tho' floods of guilt our souls invade, A wounded conscience pain us fore, We'll say the ransom's fully paid, And justice can demand no more: Justice and mercy now do meet, And our salvation is compleat.
3 In midst of deepest grief we'll sing: For boundless mercy swells the song; We'll soar aloft on swiftest wing, And join the heav'nly choir among: This blessed harmony alone Holds heav'n and earth in union.