Songs from 1762
Angel of covenanted grace, the least of Jacob’s
Make our earthly souls a field
Come, let us to the Lord return
Deepen the Wounds Thy Hands Have Made
Here in the depth of sweet distress
Christ, whose glory fills the skies, that famous plant Thou art
My Soul Through My Redeemers Care
Deepen the Wounds Thy Hands Have Made
Here in the depth of sweet distress
Make our earthly souls a field
When the house of Jacob’s sons
Lord over all, Thy Spirit pour
Christ, whose glory fills the skies, that famous plant Thou art
Lord over all, Thy Spirit pour
When the house of Jacob’s sons
My Soul Through My Redeemers Care
My Soul Through My Redeemers Care
Thus, O Lord, the world convince
Christ, whose glory fills the skies, that famous plant Thou art
When the house of Jacob’s sons
Christ, whose glory fills the skies, that famous plant Thou art