Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #812: Jesus, I Sing Thy Matchless Grace

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812 (C.M.) Philip Doddridge

Jesus, I sing Thy matchless grace,

That calls a worm Thine own;

Give me among Thy saints a place

To make Thy glories known.

Allied to Thee our vital Head,

We act, and grow, and thrive:

From Thee divided, each is dead,

When most he seems alive.

Thy saints on earth, and those above

Here join in sweet accord;

One body all in mutual love,

And Thou, our common Lord.

Hymn #811 Hymn #813