A Savor of Life or Death

Verse 1

Praise to the Lord on high, Who spreads his triumphs wide! While Jesus' fragrant name Is breathed on every side; Balmy and rich the odors rise, And fill the earth and reach the skies.

Verse 2

Ten thousand dying souls Its influence feel, and live; Sweeter than vital air The incense they receive: They breathe anew, and rise and sing-- Jesus, the Lord, their conquering King.

Verse 3

But they who scorn the grace That brings salvation nigh, And turn away their face, Must faint, and fall, and die: So sad a doom, ye saints, deplore; For oh! they fall to rise no more.