217    8.8.6.     J. Kent
A Song of Redemption. Rom. 3. 24; Titus 3. 5-7

1 Let Zion, in her songs, record
  The honours of her dying Lord
  Triumphant over sin;
  How sweet the song, there’s none can say
  But he whose sins are washed away,
  Who feels the same within.

2 We claim no merit of our own,
  But, self-condemned before thy throne,
  Our hopes on Jesus place;
  In heart, in lip, in life depraved,
  Our theme shall be, a sinner saved,
  And praise redeeming grace.

3 We’ll sing the same while life shall last,
  And when, at the archangel’s blast
  Our sleeping dust shall rise,
  Then in a song for ever new
  The glorious theme we’ll still pursue,
  Throughout the azure skies.

4 [Prepared of old, at God’s right hand,
  Bright, everlasting mansions stand,
  For all the blood-bought race;
  And till we reach those seats of bliss,
  We’ll sing no other song but this:
  A sinner saved by grace.]