Scripture Verse

I will remember the works of the Lord: surely I will remember Thy wonders of old. Psalm 77:11


Words: Su­san­na Har­ris­on, Songs in the Night (Ip­swich, Eng­land: Pun­chard & Jer­myn, 1780), pag­es 76–78.

Music: Wood­worth Will­iam B. Brad­bu­ry, Men­dels­sohn Col­lect­ion, or Third Book of Psal­mo­dy (New York: 1849) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Har­ris­on (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William B. Bradbury (1816–1868)


Away, my doubts, be gone, my fear,
The won­ders of the Lord ap­pear,
The won­ders that my Sav­ior wrought;
O how de­light­ful is the thought!

The won­ders of re­deem­ing love,
When first my heart was drawn above;
When first I saw my Sav­ior’s face,
And tri­umphed in His par­don­ing grace.

Pursue, my thoughts, this pleas­ing theme,
’Twas not a fan­cy nor a dream;
’Twas grace des­cend­ing from the skies,
And shall be mar­vel­ous in my eyes.

Long had I mourned, like one for­got,
Long had my soul for com­fort fought,
Jesus was wit­ness to my tears,
And Je­sus sweet­ly calmed my fears.

He cleansed my soul, He changed my dress,
And clothed me with His right­eous­ness:
He spoke at once my sins forg­iv’n,
And I re­joiced as if in Heav’n.

How was I struck with sweet sur­prise,
While glo­ry shone be­fore my eyes!
How did I sing from day to day,
And wished to sing my soul away!

The world with all its pomp with­drew,
’Twas less than no­thing in my view;
Redeeming love was all my theme,
And life ap­peared an idle dream.

I glo­ried in my Sav­ior’s grace;
I sang my great Re­deem­er’s praise;
My soul now longed to soar away,
And leave her te­ne­ment of clay.

The pow­ers of hell in vain com­bined
To tempt or in­ter­rupt my mind;
I saw, and sang in joy­ful strains,
The mon­ster Sa­tan held in chains.

These are the won­ders I re­cord,
The mar­vel­ous good­ness of the Lord;
O for a tongue to speak His praise,
To tell the tri­umphs of His grace!