Shall we the Victim's death bewail,
Or hail it as our way to life?
5 Thy dying, living, boundless love,
While here below, shall tune our tongue,
And, when we join the choir above,
Thy love be our triumphant song.
God's holiness and justice glorified.
LOVE! beyond conception great,
That form'd the vast stupendous plan!
Where all divine perfections meet
To reconcile rebellious man;
2 There wisdom shines in fullest blaze,
And justice all her right maintains-
Astonish'd angels stoop to gaze,
While mercy o'er the guilty reigns.
3 Yes, mercy reigns, and justice too,
In Christ they both harmonious meet;
He paid to justice all her due,
And now he fills the mercy-seat.
4 Such are the wonders of our God:
And such the amazing depths of grace,
To save from wrath's vindictive rod
The chosen sons of Adam's race.
5 With grateful songs, then, let our souls
Surround our gracious Father's throne;
And all between the distant poles
His truth and mercy ever own.
MAZING grace!—how sweet the sound-
That sav'd a soul like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
'Twas grace my fears reliev'd;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ'd!
3 Full many a danger, toil, and snare,
My soul has overcome;
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
4 And when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil
A life of joy and peace.
THOU from whom all goodness flows,
I raise my soul to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord, remember me!
2 When on my aching, burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily,
Thy pardon grant, new peace impart :
Dear Lord, remember me!
3 When trials sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee,
O let my strength be as my day:
Dear Lord, remember me!
4 When worn with pain, disease, and grief, This feeble frame shall be;
Grant patience, rest, and kind relief:
Dear Lord, remember me!
5 When in the solemn hour of death
I wait thy just decree,
Be this the pray'r of my last breath,
Dear Lord, remember me!
6 And when before thy throne I stand
And lift my soul to thee,
Then, with the saints at thy right hand,
Dear Lord, remember me!
ESUS, to thy wounds I fly;
Purge my sins of deepest dye;
Lamb of God, for sinners slain,
Wash away my crimson stain.
2 Plunge me in that sacred flood,
In that Fountain of thy blood;
Then thy Father's eye shall see
Not a spot of guilt in me.
Gratitude for God's mercies.
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love and praise.
2 Unnumber'd comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
5 Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
6 Through all eternity, to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But, O, eternity's too short
To utter all thy praise.
OMMIT thou all thy griefs
And ways into his hands,
To his sure truth and tender care,
Who earth and heav'n commands,-
2 Who points the clouds their course,
Whom winds and seas obey;
He shall direct thy wand'ring feet;
He shall prepare thy way.
3 Put thou thy trust in God;
In duty's path go on;
Fix on his word thy steadfast eye;
So shall thy work be done.
4 No profit canst thou gain
By self-consuming care;
To him commend thy cause; his ear
Attends thy softest pray'r.
853+ Divine light breaking into the soul.
SOMETIMES a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;
It is the Lord, who rises.
With healing in his wings;
When comforts are declining,
He grants the soul again
A season of clear shining,
To cheer it after rain.
2 In holy contemplation,
We sweetly then pursue
The theme of God's salvation,
And find it ever new:
Set free from present sorrow,
We cheerfully can say,
Let an unknown to-morrow
Bring with it what it may.
3 It can bring with it nothing
But He will bear us through;
Who gives the lilies clothing,
Will clothe his people too:
Beneath the spreading heavens
No creature but is fed;
And He who feeds the ravens
Will give his children bread.
4 Though neither vine nor fig-tree
Its wonted fruit should bear,
Though all the fields should wither,
Nor flocks nor herds be there;
Yet God the same abiding,
His praise shall tune my voice;
For while in Him confiding,
I cannot but rejoice.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things
Toward heav'n, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire, ascending, seeks the sun;
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
3 Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
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