| A hymn written by T. Bradbury | |
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(1) All fulness dwells in Thee, Lord,Thy rich and glorious grace Thou hast bestowed on me, Lord, A sinner vile and base. All fulness of affection Thou hast so sweetly shown, For sov'reign, free election Has made me Thine alone. |
(2) Before the world's foundation,In Thee we were complete; Thy wondrous Incarnation Secured all hell's defeat. In spite of all our failing, In Thee we firmly stood; Hell's craft is unavailing Through Thy most precious blood. |
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(3) Thy Spirit, Lord, hath taught us,How glorious is Thy grace, How Thou, in love, hast brought us To see Thee face to face. In our predestined station We praise and bless Thy name, Thou God of our salvation, Thou glorious, great I AM. |
(4) Jesus, Thou King of glory,We soon shall dwell with Thee, And sing the wondrous story Of grace, so full, so free! Fulness of grace from Thee, Lord, Comes shining from above, And draws our hearts to see, Lord, The fulness of Thy love. |