Scripture Verse

I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord. Philippians 3:8


Words: Ano­ny­mous, in The Chris­tians Du­ty (Ger­man­town, Penn­syl­van­ia: Pe­ter Lei­bert, 1791), num­ber 61.

Music: Palmer (Click) D. M. Click, in Gos­pel Songs and Hymns No. 1, ed­it­ed by George B. Hol­sing­er (Bridge­wa­ter, Vir­gin­ia: George B. Hol­sing­er, 1898), num­ber 121 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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If you know the au­thor, Click’s full name, or where to get a good pic­ture of ei­ther per­son (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Dear Lord, how won­drous is Thy love
To such un­wor­thy worms as we!
Thou hast sent down the heav’n­ly Dove,
To set our souls at li­ber­ty.

We that were doomed to woe and pain,
Exposed to death of ev­ery kind,
Thro’ Je­sus Christ, the Lamb once slain,
Do life, and peace, and par­don find.

Shall we for­get our Sav­ior’s grace,
Who died to save our guil­ty souls,
And bring us to His Fa­ther’s face,
Where end­less peace and plea­sure rolls?

Forbid, O Lord, each wan­der­ing thought,
May Christ be all in our es­teem;
Let earth­ly things be all for­got,
And count­ed loss, com­pared with Him.

Lord Je­sus, make us bear in mind
Thy rich, Thy pure re­deem­ing love,
Till we shall be for ev­er joined
With those that sing Thy praise above.

Then shall we stand be­fore Thy face,
And shout with all the ran­somed throng;
Our cry shall be Free grace, free grace,
While end­less ag­es roll along.