Classic Poem

HYMN XL.

Let all, who enter Sion's gate,
And in God's sacred courts attend,
Praise him before his holy seat,
Whose mercy knows no bounds or end.

To the soul's inward harmony
Join the sweet musick of the tongue;
No jarring thought admitted be,
No mind untun'd, no heart unstrung.

Praise him, who did not spare to send
From heaven his own eternal son,
To veil himself in flesh, and end
That life in blood which tears begun.

Praise that redeemer, who forsook
The bosom of his father's love;
The guilt of sinners on him took,
The pain without the crime to prove.

And praise that bright immortal dove,
Who contrite hearts with joy inspires,
And sheds abroad redeeming love,
To warm our breasts with holy fires.

O praise the sacred three in one ,
To whose love, wisdom, Pow'r, we owe
That bliss which is in time begun,
But shall with time no period know.