1
How pleasant is the sound of praise!
It well becomes the saints of God;
Should we refuse our songs to raise,
The stones might tell our shame abroad.
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How pleasant
Bm
is the
Em
sound
A7
of
D
praise!
It well becomes the
A
saints
D
of
A
God;
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Should
A
we re
Bm
fuse
A
our
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songs
D-G
to
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raise,
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The
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stones might
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tell our
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shame
A7
a
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broad.
2
For Him Who washed us in His blood,
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
He sought us wandering far from God,
And now preserves us by His care.
For Him Who washed us in His blood,
Let us our sweetest songs prepare;
He sought us wandering far from God,
And now preserves us by His care.
D
For Him Who
Bm
washed us
Em
in
A7
His
D
blood,
Let us our sweetest
A
songs
D A
prepare;
Bm
He
A
sought us
Bm A D
wandering
D-G
far
A
from God,
D
And
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now
Em7-Em
preserves us
D
by
A7
His
D
care.
3
One string there is of sweetest tone,
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
’Tis sacred to one class alone
And touched by one peculiar race.
One string there is of sweetest tone,
Reserved for sinners saved by grace;
’Tis sacred to one class alone
And touched by one peculiar race.
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One string there
Bm
is of
Em A7
sweetest
D
tone,
Reserved for sinners
A
saved
D
by
A
grace;
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’Tis
A
sacred to
Bm
one
A
class
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alone
D
And
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touched by
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one
D A7
peculiar
D
race.
4
Though angels may with rapture see
How mercy flows in Jesus' blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.
Though angels may with rapture see
How mercy flows in Jesus' blood,
It is not theirs to prove, as we,
The cleansing virtue of this flood.
D
Though angels
Bm
may with
Em A7
rapture
D
see
How mercy flows in
A D
Jesus'
A
blood,
Bm
It
A
is not
Bm
theirs
A
to
D
prove,
D-G
as
A
we,
D
The
D7
cleansing
Em7-Em
virtue
D
of
A7
this
D
flood.
5
Though angels praise the heavenly King,
And worship Him as God alone,
We can with exultation sing,
"He wears our nature on the throne."
Though angels praise the heavenly King,
And worship Him as God alone,
We can with exultation sing,
"He wears our nature on the throne."
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Though angels
Bm
praise the
Em A7 D
heavenly King,
And worship Him as
A
God
D A
alone,
Bm
We
A
can with
Bm A D D-G
exultation
A
sing,
D
"He
D7
wears our
Em7-Em
nature
D
on
A7
the
D
throne."
6
Lord, we adore Thy wondrous love,
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die
That Thou lost sinners may restore
And to the Father bring them nigh.
Lord, we adore Thy wondrous love,
Which brought Thee here to bleed and die
That Thou lost sinners may restore
And to the Father bring them nigh.
D
Lord, we
Bm
adore Thy
Em A7
wondrous
D
love,
Which brought Thee here to
A
bleed
D
and
A
die
Bm
That
A
Thou lost
Bm A
sinners
D
may
D-G A
restore
D
And
D7
to the
Em7-Em
Father
D
bring
A7
them
D
nigh.