A Monument to Grace
Indulgent
God, how kind are all Thy ways to me;
Whose dark, benighted mind was enmity with Thee;
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
My spirit longs for Thy embrace!
My spirit longs for Thy embrace!
How precious are Thy thoughts, which o'er my bosom roll!
They swell beyond my faults, and captivate my soul!
How great they seem, how high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
Preserved in Jesus when my feet made haste to hell;
And there should I have gone, but Thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, Thy mercy free,
Which from the pit delivered me!
Which from the pit delivered me!
A monument of grace, a sinner saved by blood;
The streams of love I trace, up to the fountain God;
And in His wondrous mercy see
Eternal thoughts of love to me!
Eternal thoughts of love to me!
Whose dark, benighted mind was enmity with Thee;
Yet now, subdued by sovereign grace,
My spirit longs for Thy embrace!
My spirit longs for Thy embrace!
How precious are Thy thoughts, which o'er my bosom roll!
They swell beyond my faults, and captivate my soul!
How great they seem, how high they rise,
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
Can ne'er be known beneath the skies.
Preserved in Jesus when my feet made haste to hell;
And there should I have gone, but Thou dost all things well;
Thy love was great, Thy mercy free,
Which from the pit delivered me!
Which from the pit delivered me!
A monument of grace, a sinner saved by blood;
The streams of love I trace, up to the fountain God;
And in His wondrous mercy see
Eternal thoughts of love to me!
Eternal thoughts of love to me!
Tune: Arise, My Soul, Arise
Words
by brother John Kent
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