'PRAISE YE THE LORD!' AGAIN, AGAIN

'Praise ye the Lord!' again, again,
The Spirit strikes the chord;
Nor toucheth He our hearts in vain;
We praise, we praise the Lord.

'Rejoice in Him!' again, again,
The Spirit speaks the word;
And faith takes up the happy strain
Our joy is in the Lord.

'Stand fast in Christ!' ah! yet again
He teaches all the band;
Our best endeavours are in vain,
In Christ alone we stand.

'Clean every whit!' Thou saidst it, Lord;
Shall one suspicion lurk?
Thine, surely, is a faithful word,
And Thine a finished work.

For ever be the glory given
To Thee, O Lamb of God!
No joy for us, in earth or heaven,
We owe not to Thy blood.