3 [Release my soul from ev'ry chain,
No more hell's captive led;
And pardon a repenting child,
For whom the Saviour bled.
4 Spare me, my God, O spare the soul
That gives itself to thee;
Take all that I possess below,
And give thyself to me.]
5 Thy Spirit, O my Father, give,
To be my guide and friend,
To light my path to ceaseless joys,
To Sabbaths without end.
1 SALVATION! what a glorious plan; How suited to our need!
The grace that raises fallen man,
Is wonderful indeed!
2 "Twas wisdom form'd the vast design,
To ransom us when lost;
And love's unfathomable mine
Provided all the cost.
3 Strict Justice, with approving look,
The holy cov'nant seal'd;
And truth and power undertook
The whole should be fulfill'd.
4 Truth, wisdom, justice, pow'r and love,
In all their glory shone;
When Jesus left the courts above,
And died to save his own.
5 (Truth, wisdom, justice, power and love,
Are equally display'd;
Now Jesus reigns enthron'd above,
Our advocate and head.)
6 Now sin appears deserving death,
Most hateful and abhorr'd;
And yet the sinner lives by faith,
And dares approach the Lord.
O visit me with thy salvation. Psalm cvi. 4,
1 WHAT a wicked wretch am I !
Vile and sinful are my ways!
Where for pardon shall I fly,
But to thee, thou God of grace!
Guilty, wretched, vile, undone,
Prostrate at thy feet I lie ;
Save thro' Jesus Christ thy Son,
Save me, Lord, or else I die.
2 Thro' his blood, that once was spilt,
When hanging on th' accursed tree; Cleanse, O cleanse me from my guilt, Save my soul from misery.
Thro' his death, and burial too,
May I daily die to sin,
Live a life divinely new,
And enjoying peace within.
3 By his rising into heaven,
And his interceding love,
Having all my sins forgiv❜n,
Guide me safe to realms above. There, with angels may I bless, And adore thy holy name; Wear a crown of righteousness, Giving glory to the Lamb.
186. C. M. Rippon's Selec.
By the grace of God, I am what I am.
1 GREAT God, 'tis from thy sov'reign grace That all my blessings flow; What'er I am, or do possess,
I to thy mercy owe.
2 'Tis this my powerful lusts control, And pardons all my sin;
Spreads life and comfort through my soul, And makes my nature clean.
3 'Tis this upholds me whilst I live,
Supports me when I die;
And hence ten thousand saints receive
Their all, as well as I.
4 How full must be the springs, from whence
Such various streams proceed!
The ocean cannot but be rich,
From which so many feed.
187. C. M. Miss Harrison.
By grace are ye saved. Eph. ij. 8.
1 NO more of works I vainly boast,
Nor so employ my tongue;
Jesus alone is all my trust,
Free grace my only song.
2 'Twas not in me to seek his face,
Nor did I ask his love,
Till he, by his all-powerful grace,
First drew my thoughts above.
3 My free will chose the broader stream,
That leads to endless pain,
I sail'd with pleasure there, till God
Inclin'd me to refrain.
4 He saw me helpless and undone,
A rebel dark and blind,
And led me to his blessed Son,
A better way to find.
5 By whose rich grace alone I stand,
Kept by his mighty power,
Through which I trust ere long to land
On the celestial shore.
6 Then shall I leave all sin's remains,
And view his glorious face,
And sing in more exalted strains,
The freedom of his grace.
188. L. M. Rippon's Selec.
Happy in the salvation of God. Ps. xlvi. 4.
1 INDULGENT God! to thee I raise
My spirit fraught with joy and praise;
Grateful I bow before thy throne,
My debt of mercy there to own.
2 Rivers descending, Lord! from thee,
Perpetual glide to solace me:
Their varied virtues to rehearse,
Demands an everlasting verse.
3 And yet there is beyond the rest,
One stream-the widest and the best-
Salvation! Lo, the purple flood
Rolls rich with my Redeemer's blood!
4 I taste-delight succeeds to wo;
I bathe-no waters cleanse me so:
Such joy and purity to share,
I would remain enraptur'd there,
5 Till death shall give this soul to know
The fulness sought in vain below;
The fulness of that boundless sea,
Whence flow'd the river down to me.
|