Power in the Praising

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Men of the world are asking,
Much wondering at me,
When I my Lord am praising,
'What can this folly be?'
I am released from bondage,
And though the mockers throng,
The precious blood of Jesus
Shall always be my song.

A cloud once darkened o'er me,
No praises could I sing;
Sin and its guilty sorrow
Pierced through me with its sting:
But that has been removèd,
And all its weight of pain--
The precious blood of Jesus
I sing, and sing again.

(from a hymn by David Jones
found in Sweet Singers of Wales
by H. Elvet Lewis, translator)

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