English text
John Meyer, A Collection of Hymns, London, 1782
1. Come, my soul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him reverence;
Bless him for his blood and name,
Sing his great deliverance.
2. Why should sorrow bow thee down,
Trials or temptation?
Is not Christ upon the throne,
Still thy strong salvation?
3 Cast thy burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Savior;
He (whose hands for thee were bored)
Can and will deliver.
4. Turn thee to thy rest, my soul,
Turn thee and discover
How he yet is merciful,
Turn thee to thy lover.
5. Blush that thou hast him forgot,
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him, who thee bought,
Till to him he takes thee.
6. Leave thy earthly cares behind,
Mind alone thy Savior;
Count thou all beside but wind,
Trample on it ever.
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John Dobell, New Selection, Norristown, 1822
1. Come, my soul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him reverence!
Bless him for his blood and name;
Sing his great deliverance.
2. Cast thy burden on the Lord;
Leave them with thy Savior;
He, whose hands for thee were bored
Can and will deliver.
3. Why should sorrow bow thee down,
Trials or temptation?
Is not Christ upon the throne.
Still thy strong salvation?
4. Roll thy burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Savior;
He, whose hands for thee were bored,
Can and will deliver.
5. Blush that thou hast him forgot
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him who thee bought.
Till to heaven he take thee.
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David Denham, Denham's Selection, London, 1845
1. Come, my soul, before the Lamb,
Fall and do him reverence!
Bless him for his blood and name,
Sing his great deliverance.
2. Why should sorrow bow thee down,
Trials or temptation?
Is not Christ upon the throne
Still thy strong salvation?
3. Cast thy burdens on the Lord,
Leave them with thy Savior;
He (whose hands for thee were bored)
Can and will deliver.
4. Turn thee to thy rest, my soul,
Turn thee and discover
How be yet is merciful,
Turn thee to thy lover.
5. Blush that thou hast him forgot,
Who can happy make thee;
Gaze upon him who thee bought,
Till to him he take thee.
6. Leave thy earthly cares behind,
Mind alone thy Savior.
Count thou all beside but wind,
Trample on it ever.
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