Come, Thou Precious Ransom
Citation, lyrics and music are copied from The Cyber Hymnal and are public domain. Midi file is modified to piano only. Lyrics may be modified for doctrinal accuracy. This version is not copyrighted. If you find it a blessing, please feel free to use it. — In Christ, Paul W. Davis
For God speaketh once, yea twice, yet man
perceiveth it not. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when
deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the bed; Then he
openeth the ears of men, and sealeth their instruction, That he
may withdraw man from his purpose, and hide pride from man. He
keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing
by the sword. He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and
the multitude of his bones with strong pain: So that his life
abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty meat. His flesh is consumed
away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen
stick out. Yea, his soul draweth near unto the grave, and his
life to the destroyers. If there be a messenger with him, an
interpreter, one among a thousand, to shew unto man his
uprightness: Then he is gracious unto him, and saith, Deliver him
from going down to the pit: I have found a ransom. His flesh
shall be fresher than a child's: he shall return to the days
of his youth: He shall pray unto God, and he will be favourable
unto him: and he shall see his face with joy: for he will render
unto man his righteousness. He looketh upon men, and if any say,
I have sinned, and perverted that which was right, and it
profited me not; He will deliver his soul from going into the
pit, and his life shall see the light. (Job 33:14-29)
Words: Jesus! Poetische Erstlinge an
Geistlichen Deutschen Liedern und Madrigalen (Halle, Germany:
1664) (Komm, du wertes Loesegeld); translated from German to
English, 1923.
Music: "Meinem Jesum Lass Ich
Nicht", Neuverfertiges Gesangbuch (Darmstadt, Germany:
1699).
Come, Thou precious Ransom, come,
Only Hope for sinful mortals!
Come, O Savior of the world!
Open are to Thee all portals.
Come, Thy beauty let us see;
Anxiously we wait for Thee.
Enter now my waiting heart,
Glorious King and Lord most holy.
Dwell in me and ne’er depart,
Though I am but poor and lowly.
Ah, what riches will be mine
When Thou art my Guest Divine!
My hosannas and my palms
Graciously receive, I pray Thee;
Evermore, as best I can,
Savior, I will homage pay Thee,
And in faith I will embrace,
Lord, Thy merit through Thy grace.
Hail, hosanna, David’s Son!
Help, Lord, hear our supplication!
Let Thy kingdom, scepter, crown,
Bring us blessing and salvation,
That forever we may sing:
Hail, hosanna! to our King.