Because we can't forget Our former wretched state, 4 When thus we contemplate the cost, By torments on the cross procur'd, 5 How pleasant is our lot, yea good 6 And this at last our theme shall be, Shall praise the Lamb once slain, 341.* T. 218. How blest am I,most gracious Saviour, When filled with thy sacred love! With grief oppress'd, I seek thy favor, And thy reviving bounty proye: The dismal clouds of night must vanish, When joys divine my heart replenish, While I recline upon thy breast: Ah, then I find on earth my heaven; Such comforts to all those are given, Who seek in thee their peace and rest. 2 If my sin's burden would oppress me, Or legal thunders me affright, Or fear of death and hell distress me, By faith to thee I take my flight: In thee I always find protection Gainst Satan's darts and sin's infection, Tho' foes should join in combination, me, And rocks must drink to me afford: Must humbled be before they rise. Since thou dost aid and comfort me. may the heart-reviving feeling. I have of thy most gracious dealing, A foretaste yield of joys above. I scorn, vain world, thy adulation, For Jesus is my delectation, And I'm an object of his love. 342.* T. 582. JESUS, thou art reveal'd To my poor heart, by faith, And hast to me made manifest Thy wounds, thy blood and death. Thy name and cross alone To me can comfort yield, Since I thereby, as thy reward, To God am reconcil'd. 2 My soul, tho' deeply bow'd, Is cheered by thy grace, Now I no more need toil and strive In search of happiness; But am assur'd that thou Hast all my sins forgiv'n, And by thy painful death for me Procured life and heav'n. Thou who didst love me first, Teach me to trust in thee Unshaken, till I thee above Shall praise eternally: 3 Ev'n here thou art my song, Thy grace doth richly claim Thou art my Shield and Hiding-That thy church militant on earth place; Give glory to thy name. 4 Unfeigned thanks receive, 5 The merits of thy death And grant, that to the throne of grace 6 Thy cross and saving name Happiness beyond compare; 3 Tho' all earthly joys be fled, Flow'd the atoning blood: This is for ever true. 2 The more the Lamb of God we view, 3 Is there a thing that moves and breaks And heal the wounded soul; What multitudes of broken hearts This stream of life makes whole! 346. T. 132. O IF the Lamb had not been slain, What had been our condition? 2 With all our errors and mistakes He bears, and loves us dearly; A contrite soul He ne'er forsakes, That acteth but sincerely. When the whole heart to him is giv'n We have a foretaste here of heav'n, In fellowship with Jesus. 3 When we have fail'd and deeply 347. T. 14. AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!) I P once was lost, but now am found, That sav'd a wretch like me; Was blind, but now I see. 2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd! 3 Thro'many dangers, toils and snares, I am already come; 'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord hath promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be As long as life endures. 5 Yes,when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the vail, 348. T. 22. XX. Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation and Death. To our Redeemer's glorious name O may his love (immortal flame!) 2 His love what angel's thought can reach? What mortal's tongue display? 3 He left his radiant throne on high,' 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay And still abides the same; 5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme [For us he man became, With him, is his blest aim. 358.* T. 155. ANGELS, principalities, As the Author of their frame; 2 Thanks for thy suff'rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation, cries, And groans in thy distress; The source of never-fading joys, And endless happiness. Human life and bitter passion, And adore his saving name. 359.* T. 590. 3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of peace, When hanging on the tree; What a divine refreshment this To souls athirst for thee! God, My soul so sensibly? 'Tis when I view the fervent love, That urged thee to die; 4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry, And feel that from thy precious blood, And meritorious death: Grant we may all on thee rely, And live a life of faith. 356. T. 167. SING with humble hearts your praises, For our Saviour's boundless grace; Pay due homage to Christ Jesus, Come with thanks before his face : Praise him for his death and bleeding, All our happiness lies there; Praise him for his gracious leading, Praise faithful Shepherd's care. your 2 Thou to purchase our salvation Didst assume humanity; Jesus, for thy bitter passion, May we ever thankful be: Fill'd with awe, and humbly bowing, At thy feet we prostrate fall, Gratefully this truth avowing, That thou art our All in all. 357.* T. 244. REDEEMED congregation, Extol with one accord The God of our salvation, Sing praises to the Lord: So freely shed for me, Flows all my happiness in time, 2 This grace, as long as life shall last, I humbly will proclaim; I, who a sinner void of good, Who dust and ashes am: Thou hast redeemed me. 3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget, Of ceaseless happiness. 4 With contrite tears I thee adore, As my most gracious Lord; |