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Isaac Watts - Hymn 21
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A song of praise to God the Redeemer.

Let the old heathens tune their song
Of great Diana and of Jove;
But the sweet theme that moves my tongue
Is my Redeemer and his love.

Behold, a God descends and dies
To save my soul from gaping hell:
How the black gulf where Satan lies
Yawned to receive me when I fell!

How justice frowned, and vengeance stood
To drive me down to endless pain!
But the great Son proposed his blood,
And heav`nly wrath grew mild again.

Infinite Lover! gracious Lord!
To thee be endless honors giv`n;
Thy wondrous name shall be adored
Round the wide earth and wider heav`n.
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