Hymn 2:29 [Jesus, With All Thy Saints Above]

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Title:     Hymn 2:29 [Jesus, With All Thy Saints Above]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Redemption by price and power.

Jesus, with all thy saints above
My tongue would bear her part,
Would sound aloud thy saving love,
And sing thy bleeding heart.

Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord,
Who bought me with his blood,
And quench'd his Father's flaming sword
In his own vital blood:

The Lamb that freed my captive soul
From Satan's heavy chains,
And sent the lion down to howl
Where hell and horror reigns.

All glory to the dying Lamb,
And never ceasing praise,
While angels live to know his Name,
Or saints to feel his grace.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:29 [Jesus, With All Thy Saints Above]

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