407    L.M.     J. Kent (last 3 verses)
Praise to the Redeemer. Ps. 107. 1, 2; 1 John 1. 7, 9

1 Dear Lord! my panting soul inflame,
  To spread abroad thy matchless fame,
  And with a solemn pleasure tell,
  The grace which saves from death and hell.

2 Here’s pardon full for sin that’s past;
  It matters not how black their cast;
  And O my soul, with wonder view,
  For sins to come here’s pardon too.

3 The nation, thus redeemed from sin,
  Was chosen, loved, and blessed in him;
  They ne’er shall die while Jesus lives;
  His covenant life eternal gives.

4 Let saints prepare to crown his brow
  With bright immortal trophies now;
  And let their songs record his name,
  His honours, and his deathless fame.