Luke 13:17: The foes of our Lord, Who multitudes see

The foes of our Lord, Who multitudes see
Made straight and restored By mercy like me.
With wonders surrounded No credence they give.
And must be confounded Who will not believe.

But we the base throng Our voices may raise.
And sing the new song To Jesus's praise:
With joy we adore Thee, Thy miracles own,
And give Thee the glory Of all Thou hast done.

Bow'd down to the ground, But prisoners of hope,
We heard the glad sound That lifted us up:
The news of Thy passion It set our hearts free,
And call'd to salvation We found it in Thee.

The works of Thy grace Exulting we sing,
Our tribute of praise And thankfulness bring;
Thou Saviour hast bought us, And sprinkled with
blood.
Hast ransom'd and brought us Accepted to God.