No gospel like this feast
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S.M. 1 No gospel like this feast, Spread for us, Lord, by Thee; No prophet nor Evangelist Preach the glad news so free. 2 All our redemption cost, All our redemption won; All it has won for us, the lost, All it cost Thee, the Son. 3 Thine was the bitter price, Ours is the free gift given; Thine was the blood of sacrifice, Ours is the wine of Heaven. 4 Here we should rest midway, As on a sacred height; That darkest and that brightest day Meeting before our sight. 5 From that dark depth of woes Thy love for us has trod, We soar to heights of blest repose Thy love prepares with God. 6 Till, from self’s chains released, One sight alone we see, Still at the cross, as at this feast, Behold Thee, only Thee! Mrs. Rundell Charles