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Skrevet af Alan Navaratnam   
Fredag, 13. august 2021 15:22

Tune:  My Jesus, I would ne´er forget… (Danish:  Hin time i Getsemane…)


Awed am I at Thy cross of shame

There in the dust deep low

I praise its merits and proclaim

of nothing else I know!


Chorus:  Praise be the Lamb, praise be the Lamb,

Praise be the Trinity,

Forever saved in Him I am,

My happy boast is He!


“Forsaken” was His cry that hour,

I know it was for me,

But in that cross there is that power

That is for God my plea!


My journey soon comes to an end

When up He´ll rapture me,

But still as sinners´ faithful friend,

Whose blood has bought me free!


O, are you lost and have no rest?

Do hear the gospel news

For cursed was he, but you´ll be blest,

If humbly Christ you choose!


Gethsemane and Calvary,

Not human glory vain,

I there will dwell, for there I see

the Lamb once for me slain!


April 2, 2021 – jn

 
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