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  Comment by Manfred — March 9, 2009 @ 12:48 pm

  Sang this in church yesterday – been a favorite of mine since I first heard it. Blessed by Bliss!

  Man of Sorrows! what a name
  For the Son of God, who came
  Ruined sinners to reclaim.
  Hallelujah! What a Savior!

  Bearing shame and scoffing rude,
  In my place condemned He stood;
  Sealed my pardon with His blood.
  Hallelujah! What a Savior!

  Guilty, vile, and helpless we;
  Spotless Lamb of God was He;
  “Full atonement!” can it be?
  Hallelujah! What a Savior!

  Lifted up was He to die;
  “It is finished!” was His cry;
  Now in Heav’n exalted high.
  Hallelujah! What a Savior!

  When He comes, our glorious King,
  All His ransomed home to bring,
  Then anew His song we’ll sing:
  Hallelujah! What a Savior!

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  Comment by LuLu — March 10, 2009 @ 8:03 am

  “How precious is Jesus, my Savior and my King, His praise all the day long with rapture I’ll sing. To Him in my weakness for strength I can cling, For my Jesus is so precious to me. For He is so precious to me,’tis heaven below, my Redeemer to know, He is so precious to me.” I have sung this old hymn more times than I can remember and heard many “old saints” cling to this hymn when I was a child. Jesus IS “so precious” to me.

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  Comment by Scott — March 11, 2009 @ 11:48 am

  This is my favorite hymn as well. And speaking of old hymns, I just posted on my blog the other day the fact that hymn writers of old had a much better grasp on the Amazing in Grace than we do. These aren’t names, but some of the addresses posted there include:

  Prostrate, dear Jesus, at thy feet
  A guilty rebel lies;
  And upwards to the mercy-seat
  Presumes to lift his eyes

  But Oh! no foe invades the bliss,
  When glory crowns the Christian’s head;
  One view of Jesus as he is,
  Will strike all sin for ever dead.

  Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly,
  Bedew us with thy blood.
  Those guardian drops our souls secure,
  And wash away our sins;
  Eternal justice frowns no more,
  And conscience smiles within.

  Now may the Lord reveal his face,
  And teach our stamm’ring tongues
  To make his sov’reign, reigning grace,
  The subject of our songs!

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  Comment by Angus — March 11, 2009 @ 12:01 pm

  Excellent!

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  Comment by Les — March 14, 2009 @ 9:32 am

  The Lamb of God, slain before the foundation of the world.

  Crown Him with many crowns, the Lamb upon His throne.
  Hark! How the heavenly anthem drowns all music but its own.
  Awake, my soul, and sing of Him who died for thee,
  And hail Him as thy matchless King through all eternity.

  Crown Him the virgin’s Son, the God incarnate born,
  Whose arm those crimson trophies won which now His brow adorn;
  Fruit of the mystic rose, as of that rose the stem;
  The root whence mercy ever flows, the Babe of Bethlehem.

  Crown Him the Son of God, before the worlds began,
  And ye who tread where He hath trod, crown Him the Son of Man;
  Who every grief hath known that wrings the human breast,
  And takes and bears them for His own, that all in Him may rest.

  Crown Him the Lord of life, who triumphed over the grave,
  And rose victorious in the strife for those He came to save.
  His glories now we sing, who died, and rose on high,
  Who died eternal life to bring, and lives that death may die.

  Crown Him the Lord of peace, whose power a scepter sways
  From pole to pole, that wars may cease, and all be prayer and praise.
  His reign shall know no end, and round His piercèd feet
  Fair flowers of paradise extend their fragrance ever sweet.

  Crown Him the Lord of love, behold His hands and side,
  Those wounds, yet visible above, in beauty glorified.
  No angel in the sky can fully bear that sight,
  But downward bends his burning eye at mysteries so bright.

  Crown Him the Lord of Heaven, enthroned in worlds above,
  Crown Him the King to Whom is given the wondrous name of Love.
  Crown Him with many crowns, as thrones before Him fall;
  Crown Him, ye kings, with many crowns, for He is King of all.

  Crown Him the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign,
  Who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain,
  Now lives in realms of light, where saints with angels sing
  Their songs before Him day and night, their God, Redeemer, King.

  Crown Him the Lord of years, the Potentate of time,
  Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime.
  All hail, Redeemer, hail! For Thou has died for me;
  Thy praise and glory shall not fail throughout eternity.

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  Comment by Angus — March 14, 2009 @ 11:25 am

  Amen!

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