S. M. Let God the Father live For ever on our tongues; Sinners from his first love derive The ground of all their songs. Ye saints, employ your breath In honor to the Son, Who bought your souls from hell and death By off'ring up his own. Give to the Spirit praise Of an immortal strain, Whose light, and power, and grace conveys Salvation down to men. While God the Comforter Reveals our pardoned sin, O may the blood and water bear The same record within. To the great One in Three That seal this grace in heav'n, The Father, Son, and Spirit, be Eternal glory giv'n. |