The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems
O LORD, how shall we frame a song

O LORD, how shall we frame a song
   To celebrate thy fame!
Our highest flights are all too low
   To reach thy loftier name.

Yet should the objects of thy love
   Thy praises cease to shout,
To censure such ingratitude,
   The stones would soon cry our.

What was there, LORD in sinful man
   That could thy pity move,
To draw him from the gases of hell
   With charming bands of love!

A love, by many sorrows try'd,
   And many a painful wound;
Whose flame could not be quench'd by death,
   Could by no floods be drowss'd;

No not by all those streams of blood
   Which on thy cross did sneer,
From thy pierc'd heart, and bleeding head.
   And wounded hands and feet.

A love whole wonders far transcend
   The teach of human view,
Whole mysteries the inquiring crowd
   Of cherubs look into.

O happy men who taste this grace,
   Which angels so admire;
And feel the shines of that bright face,
   Which they to see desire!

But when all mystic truth shall be
   Plac'd in a clearer light;
What joy! Christ face to face to see
   With full and endless sight!

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