Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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1 |
A story most lovely I'll tell, Of Jesus (O wondrous surprise), He suffered the torments of hell, That sinners, vile sinners may rise; He left His exalted abode, When man by transgressions was lost, Appeasing the wrath of a God, He shed forth His blood as the cost. |
A story most lovely I'll tell,, Stanza 1 |
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2 |
Oh did my dear Jesus thus bleed, And pity a ruined lost race; Oh whence did such mercy proceed, Such boundless compassion and grace? His body bore anguish and pain, His spirit most sunk with the load, A short time before He was slain, His sweat was as great drops of blood. |
A story most lovely I'll tell,, Stanza 2 |