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The Name above every name.
Mrs. Steele.
The Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound! Its influence every fear disarms, And spreads sweet peace around. | 2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, In rich profusion flow; For guilty rebels, lost in sin, And doomed to endless woe. | 3 Th’ almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed, with wondering eyes, And hailed th’ incarnate God. | 4 O the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store! Blest Saviour, let me call thee mine; I can not wish for more. | 5 On thee, alone, my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, My Saviour and my all. | |