The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Jesus! O word divinely sweet!

Jesus! O word divinely sweet!
   How charming is the found!
What joyful news! what heavenly sense
   In that dear name is found!

Our souls were guilty, and condemn'd
   In hopeless fetters lay;
Our souls with numerous sins deprav'd,
   To death and hell a prey.

Jesus, to purge away this guilt,
   A willing victim fell;
And on his cross triumphant broke
   The bands of death and hell.

Our foes were mighty to destroy:
   He mightier was to save:
He dy'd: but could not long be held
   A pris'ner in the grave.

Jesus! who mighty art to save,
   Still push thy conquests on
Extend the triumphs of thy cross
   Where'er the sun has shone.

O captain of salvation! make
   Thy power and mercy known:
That crouds of willing converts may
   Worship before thy throne.

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