The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Jehovah, we in hymns of praise

Jehovah, we in hymns of praise
   Thy matchless grace adore,
That grace that gave thy only son:
   What couldst thou give us more?

He's all in all: his saints in him
   Divine perfection view;
'Tis of his fulness thy recieve
   All grace an glory too.

He freely gave his blood, the price
   Of our Eternal blis;
Since no less could atone for sin
   His love would give no less.

He in the wine-press of thy wrath
   For guilty men was crusht;
Humblbled himself to die, and laid
   His honour in the dust.

That we might at his table sit
   And replenith'd there
With the dear plpeges of his grace
   Till We his glory share

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