279. Come, Saints, Your Grateful Voices Raise

C.M.
by R. Burnham
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Come, saints, your grateful voices raise,
 
For grace’s boundless store;
 
Dwell on the Lamb’s unchanging love,
 
And praise Him evermore.
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His mercy who our ransom paid,
 
And all our sorrows bore,
 
Sing with a note of loftiest joy,
 
And praise Him evermore.
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Soon the redeeming Lord shall come
 
For us whose sins He bore,
 
To see the glories of the Lamb,
 
And praise Him evermore.
“Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.” (1 Peter 2:24)
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Then endless praise our lips shall move,
 
And joy our spirits fill;
 
The objects of His love divine,
 
Oh who that joy can tell?
“Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.” (Psalm 16:11)
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