Preaching of glad tidings

Verse 1

O Christ, what gracious words, Are ever, ever thine; Thy voice is music to the soul, And life and peace divine.

Verse 2

Good, everlasting good, Glad tidings full of joy, Flow from thy lips, the lips of truth, And flow without alloy.

Verse 3

The broken heart, the poor, The bruis'd, the deaf, the blind; The dumb, the dead, the captive wretch, In thee compassion find.

Verse 4

Lord Jesus, speed the day, The promis'd day of grace, To all the poor, the dumb, the deaf, The dead of Adam's race.

Verse 5

One song shall then employ The blessed, blessing whole; And human nature shout thy name, The life of ev'ry soul.