913    8.7.     J. Kent
The Gospel Glad Tidings to Sinners. Heb. 7. 25

1 ’Tis the gospel’s joyful tidings,
  Full salvation sweetly sounds;
  Grace to heal thy foul backslidings,
  Sinner, flows from Jesus’ wounds.

2 Are thy sins beyond recounting,
  Like the sand the ocean laves?
  Jesus is of life the fountain;
  He unto the utmost saves.

3 Hail the Lamb who came to save us;
  Hail the love that made him die!
  ’Tis the gift that God has given us;
  We’ll proclaim his honours high.

4 When we join the general chorus
  Of the royal blood-bought throng,
  Who to glory went before us,
  Saved from every tribe and tongue,

5 Then we’ll make the blissful regions
  Echo to our Saviour’s praise;
  While the bright angelic legions
  Listen to the charming lays.