Scripture Verse

He hath done all things well. Mark 7:37

Introduction

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Samuel Medley
1738–1799

Words: Sam­uel Med­ley (1738–1799).

Music: Mel­more Will­iam C. Mar­tin (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William C. Martin
1864–1914

This hymn has ap­peared in ma­ny al­tered forms, but we be­lieve this text, pub­lished just af­ter Med­ley’s death, is prob­ab­ly close to the orig­in­al.

Ju­li­an, page 722, states Med­ley’s hymn was first print­ed in the June 1776 is­sue of the Gos­pel Ma­ga­zine. But even this usu­al­ly au­tho­ri­ta­tive re­search­er seems to be in e­rror, as we can­not find Med­ley’s hymn in that is­sue of the ma­ga­zine.

The ver­sion be­low ap­peared in Hymns. The Pub­lic Wor­ship and Pri­vate De­vo­tions of True Chris­tians As­sist­ed, in Some Thoughts in Verse: Prin­ci­pal­ly Drawn from Se­lect Pass­ag­es of the Word of God, by Sam­uel Med­ley (Lon­don: J. John­son, 1800), num­ber 122.

Click here for a lat­er ver­sion.

Lyrics

O for a heart pre­pared to sing
To God, my Sav­ior, and my king;
While with His saints I join to tell,
My Je­sus has done all things well.

All worlds His glo­ri­ous power con­fess;
His wis­dom all His works ex­press;
But O His love what tongue can tell!
My Je­sus has done all things well.

How so­ve­reign, won­der­ful and free
Is all His love to sin­ful me!
He plucked me as a brand from hell:
My Je­sus has done all things well.

I spurned His grace, I broke His laws,
And yet He un­der­took my cause,
To save me, though I did re­bel:
My Je­sus has done all things well.

And since my soul has known His love
What mer­cies has He made me prove!
Mercies which all my praise ex­cel,
My Je­sus has done all things well.

Whene’er my Sav­ior and my God
Has on me laid His gen­tle rod,
I know, in all that has be­fell,
My Je­sus has done all things well.

Tho’ oft a fie­ry, flam­ing dart
The temp­ter lev­els at my heart,
With this I all his rage re­pel,
My Je­sus has done all things well.

Sometimes He’s pleased His face to hide,
To make me pray, or kill my pride;
Yet I am helped on this to dwell:
My Je­sus has done all things well.

Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And, in His arms, shall lose my breath;
Yet then my hap­py soul shall tell,
My Je­sus has done all things well.

And, when to that bright world I rise,
And join the an­thems in the skies,
Above the rest this note shall swell:
My Je­sus has done all things well.