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Praise him for all that he has done-
O praise him and adore.
Dark was that hour when first I saw,
And heard its thunders roll-
Thy vengeance o'er my soul. .
In vain, it seemed, I sought the path
And reach thy courts above.
Or to desire thy love.
When e'er my lips did mutter prayer,
Which ne'er would reach thine ear.
Aught else but gloom and fear.
I asked thy saints to show the road
And peace through him once slain : Vainly they taught-it seemed that I, Unlike all other men, must die
While seeking God in vain.
But Jesus hears each sinner's cries:
(My soul, his praise repeat!)
Showed me his hands and feet.
The darkness fled—by faith I saw
And all its curses meet.
Thy wounded hands and feet.
Terror no more besieged my breast,
I saw the work complete-
And in his hands and feet.
For me, he vanquished hell and death-
While this poor heart shall beat,
Upon his hands and feet.