Her sins, which are many, are forgiven; for she loved much: but to whom little is forgiven, the same loveth little.@Luke 7:47
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John B. Dykes (1823-1876)

John Wingrove, 1785.

St. Oswald John B. Dykes, 1857 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Hail! my ever blessèd Jesus,
Only Thee I wish to sing;
To my soul Thy name is precious,
Thou my prophet, priest and king.

O what mercy flows from Heaven!
O what joy and happiness!
Love I much? I’m much forgiven
I’m a miracle of grace.

Once with Adam’s race in ruin,
Unconcerned in sin I lay;
Swift destruction still pursuing,
Till my Savior passed that way.

Witness, all ye hosts of Heaven,
My Redeemer’s tenderness;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.

Shout, ye bright angelic choir,
Praise the Lamb enthroned above;
Whilst astonished I admire
God’s free grace and boundless love.

That blest moment I received Him,
Filled my soul with joy and peace;
Love I much? I’m much forgiven,
I’m a miracle of grace.