Grace Was All Their Song
Lord, we have heard Thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,
When to our ears our fa-thers told
The won-ders of their days:
In God they boast-ed all the way,
And in a cheer-ful throng
Did thou-sands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.
And grace was all their song.
But now our souls are seized with shame,
Con-fu-sion fills our face,
To hear the en-e-my blas-pheme,
And fools re-proach Thy grace.
Yet have we not for-got our God,
Nor false-ly dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps de-clined the road
Of du-ty Thou hast given;
Of du-ty Thou hast given;
Though dra-gons all a-round us roar
With their de-struc-tive breath,
And Thine own hand hath bruised us sore
Hard by the gates of death.
We are ex-posed all day to die
As mar-tyrs for Thy cause,
As sheep for slaugh-ter bound we lie
By sharp and blood-y laws.
By sharp and blood-y laws.
A-wake, a-rise, al-might-y Lord,
Why sleeps Thy won-drous grace?
Why should we look like men ab-horred,
Or ban-ished from Thy face?
Wilt Thou for-ev-er cast us off,
And still ne-glect our cries?
For-ev-er hide Thine heaven-ly love
From our af-flict-ed eyes?
From our af-flict-ed eyes?
Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And lies up-on the ground;
Rise for our help, re-buke the proud,
And all their powers con-found.
Re-deem us from per-petu-al shame,
Our Sav-iour and our God;
We plead the hon-ours of Thy Name,
The mer-its of Thy blood.
The mer-its of Thy blood.