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Worthy is the Lamb that was slain.
Rev. 5:12.
386 Rise, tune thy voice to sacred song, Exert thy noblest powers; Rise, mingle with the choral throng, The Saviour’s praises to prolong, Amid life’s fleeting hours. | 2 O! hast thou felt the Saviour’s love, That flame of heavenly birth! Then let thy strains melodious prove, With raptures soaring far above The trifling toys of earth. | 3 Hast found the pearl of price unknown That cost a Saviour’s blood? Heir of a bright celestial crown, That sparkles near the eternal throne; O sing the praise of God! | 4 Sing of the Lamb that once was slain That man might be forgiven; Sing how he broke death’s bars in twain, Ascending high in bliss to reign, The God of earth and heaven. | |