Music for 'My Savior'
Music for 'My Savior'
I Ought to Love My Savior.
D. S. Warner.J. C. Fisher.
1. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He loved me long a-go,2. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He bore my sin and shame;3. I ought to love my Sav-ior, Up-on the cross he died;4. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He par-doned all my sin,Looked on my soul with fa-vor, When deep in guilt and woe;From glo-ry to the man-ger, On wings of love he came;Be-hold the world's Cre-a-tor, "My God! my God!" he cried.Then sanc-ti-fied my na-ture, And keeps me pure with-in;And though my sin had grieved him, His Father's law had crossed,He trod this earth in sor-row, En-dured the pains of hell,Oh, lis-ten to these ac-cents Of love di-vine so free;He fills me with his glo-ry, And bears my soul a-bove;Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost;That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell;"'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be;This world, oh, won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love;Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost.That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell."'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be.This world, oh won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love.[Listen (midi)][Listen (mscz)]
1. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He loved me long a-go,2. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He bore my sin and shame;3. I ought to love my Sav-ior, Up-on the cross he died;4. I ought to love my Sav-ior, He par-doned all my sin,Looked on my soul with fa-vor, When deep in guilt and woe;From glo-ry to the man-ger, On wings of love he came;Be-hold the world's Cre-a-tor, "My God! my God!" he cried.Then sanc-ti-fied my na-ture, And keeps me pure with-in;And though my sin had grieved him, His Father's law had crossed,He trod this earth in sor-row, En-dured the pains of hell,Oh, lis-ten to these ac-cents Of love di-vine so free;He fills me with his glo-ry, And bears my soul a-bove;Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost;That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell;"'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be;This world, oh, won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love;Love drew him down from heav-en, To seek and save the lost.That I should not be ban-ished, But in his glo-ry dwell."'Tis fin-ished"—my sal-va-tion; Thine shall the glo-ry be.This world, oh won-drous sto-ry, 'Tis love, re-deem-ing love.
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