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1 Come all ye mourning pilgrims now,
The joyful news I'll tell,
The Lord hath sent salvation down,
To save our souls from hell,
The angels brought the tidings down,
To shepherds in the field,
That God to men is reconcil'd,
His Son to men reveal'd.
Chorus:
Sing glory, honour to the Lord,
Salvation to our King,
Let all that's wash'd in Jesus' blood,
His glorious praises sing.
2 Come all ye poor despised souls,
Unto his fold repair,
Where God his boundless love unfolds,
And says he'll meet you there.
His glorious presence fills our souls,
With songs of loudest praise,
Let all that want a Saviour dear,
Their hearts and voices raise. [Chorus]
3 There's glory, glory in my soul,
It came from heav'n above,
Which makes me praise my God so bold,
And his dear children love.
I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God,
I love his ways so well,
Because his precious blood was spilt
To save my soul from hell. [Chorus]
4 When weeping Mary came to seek
Her Lord with a perfume,
The wrapper and the sheet she found
Together in the tomb
The angel said he is not here,
He's risen from the dead;
And streams of grace to sinners flow,
As free as did his blood.
Chorus:
Sing glory, honour to my God,
H's now upon his throne,
And bringing foreign strangers home,
And claims them for his own.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Come all ye mourning pilgrims now |
Title: | Salvation to Our King |
Refrain First Line: | Sing glory, honour to the Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |