The Stennetts of England - Joseph Stennett - Hymn Poems

Thou hast o'ercome; Lord, who can

Thou hast o'ercome; Lord, who can
Invincible to heav'nly Love?
My concuquer'd soul I must resign
To that victorious arm of thine

Thy grace, whose wond'rous pow'r imparts
The tend'rest sense to flinty hearts,
My inmost soul with love inspires,
And mixes joy with pure desires.

For who, my Lord, can love like thee?
Whole Love was e'er so great so free?
Angels may well admire the flame:
But they have never felt the fame;

Nor men whom nature has ally'd,
Or strictest bonds of friendshipe ty'd.
Who ever did his expose,
To ransom his ungrarateful foes?

But thou, O Son of God, didst take
Frail human nature for our sake;
The griefs of human life didst try,
And on a cross for rebels die.

This offering will deserves that we
Should sacrifice ourselves to thee;
And where we owe so vast a debt,
To pay our homaage ne'er forget.

To thee, in whom we live and move,
We give our praise, we give our love;
to the on whoom our sins were laid,
Whose blood was for our pardon paid.

Ro thee, wo mak'st us priests and kings;
Priests to attennd on holy things,
And kings to reign with thee above,
In relms of bliss and endless love.

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