Friday, July 17, 2009

Power in the Praising

Photo credit - .:Axle:.

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 remov├Ęd,

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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