Celebrating the Perfections of the Work

Now in a song of grateful praise, To my dear Lord my voice I'll raise, With all the saints I'll join to tell, That Jesus has done all things well.

All worlds his glorious power confess, His wisdom all his works express; But O his love! what tongue can tell! My Jesus has done all things well.

How sov'reign, wonderful and free, Has been this love to sinful me! This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell, My Jesus has done all things well.

I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And then he undertook my cause; To save me, tho' I did rebell, My Jesus has done all things well.

And since my soul has known his love, What mercies has he made me prove! Mercies which doth all praise excell; My Jesus has done all things well.

Soon I shall pass this vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well.

And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well.