70. Sovereign Grace O'er Sin Abounding
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by G. Horne; v. 1, J. Kent, 1827
Sovereign grace o’er sin abounding:
Ransomed souls the tidings swell!
’Tis a deep that knows no sounding;
Who its length or breadth can tell?
Saved by Christ, we’re free forever,
This the Spirit’s voice declares!
Death, nor life, nor aught can sever
Jesus from the chosen heirs.
Souls above, in His communion,
Now with Him from conflict rest,
While below, with Christ in union,
We can sing how saints are blest.
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