Come all, who love my Lord and master,
And like old David I will tell,
Tho’ chief of sinners I’ve found favor,
Redeem’d by grace from death and hell.
Far as the east from west is parted,
So far my sins, by dying love,
From me by faith are separated,
Blest antepast of joys above.

Now I will serve him while he spares me,
And with his people sing aloud,
Tho’ hell oppose and sinners mock me,
In rapt’rous songs I’ll praise my God.
By faith I view the heav’nly concert,
They sing high strains of Jesus’ love;
O! with desire my soul is longing,
And fain would be with Christ above.

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