HOW PLEASANT IS THE SOUND OF PRAISE
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 worship Him as
God alone,
We can with
exultation sing,
"He wears our
nature on the throne."
6. Lord, we adore
Thy wondrous love,
Which brought Thee
here to bleed and die
That Thou lost
sinners may restore
And to the Father
bring them nigh.
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