3 Unholy and impure
Are all our thoughts and ways:
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.
4 The powers of hell
To hold our souls in vain ;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the curséd chain.
5 Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
1 GOD's holy law, transgressed,
Speaks nothing but despair;
Burdened with guilt, with grief oppressed,
We find no comfort there.
2 Not all our groans and tears,
Nor works which we have done,
Nor vows, nor promises, nor prayers,
Can e'er for sin atone.
3 Relief alone is found
In Jesus' precious blood:
'Tis this that heals the mortal wound,
And reconciles to God.
1 ASTONISHED and distressed,
I turn mine eyes within;
My heart with heavy guilt oppressed,
The seat of every sin.
2 What crowds of evil thoughts,
What vile affections there!
Distrust, presumption, artful guile,
Pride, envy, slavish fear!
3 Almighty King of saints!
These hateful sins subdue;
Dispel the darkness from my mind,
And all my powers renew.
1 Is this the kind return,
Are these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,
Whence all our blessings flow?
2 To what a stubborn frame,
Has sin reduced our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,
And God as strangely kind!
3 Turn, turn us, mighty God,
And mould our souls afresh;
Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of flesh.
1 How shall the sons of men appear,
Great God! before thine awful bar?
How may the guilty hope to find
Acceptance with th' eternal Mind?
2 Not vows, nor groans, nor broken cries,
Not the most costly sacrifice,
Not infant blood, profusely spilt,
Will expiate a sinner's guilt.
3 Thy blood, dear Jesus, thine alone,
Hath sovereign virtue to atone :
Here will we rest our only plea,
When we approach, great God! to thee.
1 WHAT shall the dying sinner do,
That seeks relief for all his woe?
Where shall the guilty conscience find
Ease for the torment of the mind?
2 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh!
'Tis there the power and glory dwell,
That save rebellious souls from hell.
3 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.
1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!
3 How glorious was the grace,
When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,
And make him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.
1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and-oh, amazing love!—
He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above,
With joyful haste he fled,
Entered the grave in mortal flesh,
And dwelt among the dead.
4 Oh! for this love let rocks and hills
Their lasting silence break;
And all harmonious human tongues
The Saviour's praises speak.
5 Angels assist our mighty joys;
Strike all your harps of gold;
But, when you raise your highest notes
His love can ne'er be told.
1 SEE, from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow;
God has opened there a fountain,
That supplies the world below;
They are blessed
Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way:
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,
Waking beauty from decay,
O ye nations!
Hail the long-expected day.
3 Gladdened by the flowing treasure,
All-enriching as it goes,
Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose;
Lo! the desert
Sings for joy where'er it flows.
1 Now to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honors given;
He saves from hell,-we bless his name,-
He guides our wandering feet to heaven.
2 In vain we search, in vain we try,
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh!
'Tis there the power and glory dwell,
That save rebellious souls from hell.
3 This is the pillar of our hope,
That bears our fainting spirits up;
We read the grace, we trust the word,
And find salvation in the Lord.
1 LIKE sheep we went astray,
And broke the fold of God;
Each wandering in a different way,
But all the downward road.
2 How dreadful was the hour,
When God our wanderings laid,
And did at once his vengeance pour
Upon the Shepherd's head!
3 How glorious was the grace,
When Christ sustained the stroke!
His life and blood the Shepherd pays,
A ransom for the flock.
4 But God shall raise his head
O'er all the sons of men,
And make him see a numerous seed,
To recompense his pain.
1 PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair,
We wretched sinners lay,
Without one cheerful beam of hope,
Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace
Beheld our helpless grief;
He saw, and-oh, amazing love!-
He ran to our relief.
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