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Karl Johann Philipp Spitta

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Alvin (Bud) Herman Manz in 2024

Our lot is found in pleasant places;
A goodly heritage is ours,
To Him whence come all gifts and graces
Let us give praise with all our pow'rs.
He chooses us of His free grace
And makes us His peculiar race.

He undertook our soul's salvation;
Our sad condition moved Him so!
And came to us from pure compassion
To raise us from our depths of woe.
O, wonderful, surpassing love,
Which brought Him to us from above!

He saw in us no form of beauty,
No virtue, nor intrinsic worth.
Not one there was that did his duty,
For all were sinners from their birth;
Nor was there one in such distress
Who could our misery redress.

Then, moved at heart with deep compassion,
The Lord stretched out His arm to save;
And His own life for our salvation,
And therewith all things, freely gave;
Adoption, sonship, and with this
A whole eternity of bliss.

O, Lord, of goodness so amazing,
Not one is worthy, no not one.
We stand in shame and wonder gazing
At wondrous things which Thou hast done.
Thy crowning grace and precious blood
Have reconciled us with our God.

We feel quite certain of obtaining
Nothing but goodness from Thy hand,
And wend our way without complaining
Through dreary mist and barren land,
With heav'n in view, where we shall be
Joined through eternity to Thee.

Our lot is found in pleasant places;
A goodly heritage is ours;
And gladly would we share the graces,
Which God's great goodness richly show'rs.
Yea, we commend them unto all
Who would obey the gracious call.

It grieves us sore when men refuse them
And treat God's blessings with disdain;
Or by neglect forever lose them
And make the grace of God in vain.
All ye who thirst come here and buy,
And Christ will all your wants supply.