William Billings - Election - текст песни (слова)

Thou art my blest Portion, Thou dear Nazarene,
 Who once was oppressed,
 And sorely distressed,
 When Thou didst lie under my curse and my shame,
 To save me forever, adored be thy name.
 
 There in that deep wound I view in Thy own side, (1)
 I see my election,
 And all my perfection;
 Beholding the glory of thy blood-bought bride,
 Among the dear number who in Thee confide.
 
 Now I can behold Thee, love, bleeding for me!
 I bow to none other,
 But Thee my dear Lover,
 With wonder I view Thee on the bloody tree,
 And hear thee, Lamb, crying, "'Tis finished for thee!"
 
 That moment I proved the grace of Thy dear name, (2)
 Where all things I wanted
 Unto me were granted; (3)
 Yea, mine is thy fullness that's always the same,
 That still I might praise Thee, Thou meek slaughtered Lamb.  
_________________________________  1. in Thy side in Relly; own added to complete meter.
 
 2. of Thy name in Relly; dear added to complete meter.
 
 3. Unto me was granted in Relly; grammar corrected.