317. How Pleasant Is the Sound of Praise

L.M.
by T. Kelly
1
How pleasant is the sound of praise!
 
It well becomes the saints of God:
 
Should we refuse our songs to raise,
 
The stones might tell our shame abroad.
2
For Him who washed us in His blood,
 
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
 
He sought us wandering far from God,
 
And now preserves us by His care.
3
One string there is of sweetest tone,
 
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
 
’Tis sacred to one class alone,
 
And touched by one peculiar race.
4
Though angels may with rapture see
 
How mercy flows in Jesus’ blood,
 
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
 
The cleansing virtue of this flood.
5
Though angels praise the heavenly King,
 
And Him their Lord adoring own,
 
We can with exultation sing,
 
"He wears our nature on the throne."
6
Lord, we adore the wondrous love
 
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die;
 
Soon may we meet in heaven above,
 
To sing Thy praises in the sky.
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