A Song of Praise unto God Most High
Come ye saints, admire and wonder
Jesus’ matchless love adore
Sing for Sinai’s awful thunder
Shall upon thee burst no more
Sing, though sins are black and large
Sing, for Jesus, by His dying
Set you free from every charge
Set you free from every charge.
Sing, though sense and carnal reason
Fain would stop the joyful sound
Sing, and count it highest treason
For a saint to hold his tongue
Sing aloud, whose holy calling
Your election surely shows
Sing, nor fear a final failing
Jesus’ love no changes knows.
Sing, for you shall heav’n inherit
Sing, and ne’re the song be done
Sing, for He alone is worth it
He our sins did all atone
Sing aloud among God’s people
In your heart when all alone
Sing to Father, Son, and Spirit
One in Three, and Three in One.
-old Gospel hymn, “Come Thou Fount”
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