| Song | Saviour Of Sinful Men |
| Content Description | Saviour Of Sinful Men is a reverent hymn celebrating Jesus Christ as the compassionate Redeemer who offers forgiveness and salvation to all. Its lyrics highlight God’s mercy toward sinners and the transforming power of grace through Christ’s sacrifice. Ideal for personal devotion, Lent reflections, or congregational worship, this hymn invites believers to trust fully in the Saviour who came not for the righteous, but to call sinners to repentance. Sing along and rejoice in the hope of salvation freely given through Christ. |
| Album | Christian Hymnal – Series 2 |
| Genre | Praise & Worship |
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| Publisher / Copyrights | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
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| Tags | Hymn, Worship, Christian Music, Devotional Songs, Classic Hymns |
| Theme(s) | Salvation, Mercy, Grace, Redemption, Repentance |
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Saviour Of Sinful Men,
Thy Goodness We Proclaim,
Which Brings Us Here To Meet Again,
And Triumph In Thy Name;
Our Safeguard And Our Tower;
Hath Saved Us From The World, And Sin,
And All The Accuser’s Power.
Jesus Take All The Praise,
That Still On Earth We Live,
Unspotted In So Foul A Place,
And Innocently Grieve!
We Shall From Sodom Flee,
When Perfected In Love;
And Haste To Better Company,
Who Wait For Us Above.
Awhile In Flesh Disjoined,
Our Friends That Went Before
We Soon In Paradise Shall Find,
And Meet To Part No More.
In Yon Thrice-Happy Seat,
Waiting For Us They Are;
And Thou Shalt There A Husband Meet!
And I A Parent There!
O! What A Mighty Change
Shall Jesu’s Sufferers Know,
While O’er The Happy Plains They Range,
Incapable Of Woe!
No Ill-Requited Love
Shall There Our Spirits Wound;
No Base Ingratitude Above,
No Sin In Heaven Is Found.
There All Our Griefs Are Spent!
There All Our Sorrows End!
We Cannot There The Fall Lament
Of A Departed Friend!
A Brother Dead To God,
By Sin, Alas! Undone
No Father There, In Passion Loud,
Cries, “O My Son, My Son!”
Nor Slightest Touch Of Pain,
Nor Sorrow’s Least Alloy,
Can Violate Our Rest, Or Stain
Our Purity Of Joy:
In That Eternal Day
No Clouds Nor Tempests Rise,
These Gushing Tears Are Wiped Away
For Ever From Our Eyes.
