S. Medley
NOW in a song of grateful praise,
To Thee, O Lord, my voice I’ll raise;
With all Thy saints I’ll join to tell,
My Saviour has done all things well.
And above the rest this note shall swell,
This note shall swell, this note shall swell,
And above the rest this note shall swell,
My Saviour has done all things well.
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How sovereign, wonderful and free,
Has been Thy love to sinful me!
Thou sav’dst me from the jaws of hell;
My Saviour has done all things well.
3
Since e’er my soul has known His love,
What mercies He has made me prove,
Mercies which do all praise excel,
My Saviour has done all things well.
4
All worlds His glorious power confess;
His wisdom all His works express;
But oh His love, what tongue can tell!
My Saviour has done all things well.
5
So when I pass the vale of death,
And in His arms resign my breath,
Then, then my happy soul shall tell,
My Saviour has done all things well.
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And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems of the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Saviour has done all things well.