4 Amazing goodness! love divine !
O may our grateful hearts adore
The matchless grace, nor yield to sin,
Nor wear its cruel fetters more.
5 Blest Saviour! let thy love pursue
The glorious work it has begun ;
Each secret lurking foe subdue,
And let our hearts be thine alone.

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Faith alone Justifies.

1 NOT by the laws of innocence
Can Adam's sons arrive at heaven;
New works can give us no pretence
To have our former sins forgiven.

2 Not the best deeds that we have done
Can make a wounded conscience whole;
Faith is the grace, and faith alone,
That flies to Christ and saves the soul.
3 Lord, I believe thy heavenly word,
Fain would I have my soul renew'd;
I mourn for sin, and pray the Lord
To have it pardon'd and subdued.
4 O may thy grace its power display,
Let guilt and death no longer reign ;
Save me in thine appointed way,
Nor let my humble faith be vain.

Not by works of Righteousness which we have done. 1 LORD, we confess our num❜rous faults, How great our guilt has been;

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

2 But O my soul, for ever praise,
For ever love his name!

Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.

3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through the Son.

4 'Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;
'Tis by the water and the blood

Our souls are wash'd from sin.

5 'Tis through the purchase of his death,
Who hung upon the tree,
The Spirit is sent down to breathe
On such dead souls as we.

6 Raised from the dead, we live anew!
And justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,

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And see our Father's face.

Faith.

1 GIVE me the wings of faith to rise
Within the veil, and see

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be.

2 Once they were mourners here below,
Wetting their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

3 Ask them from whence their vict'ry came,
They with united breath

Ascribe their conquests to the Lamb,
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps which he trod,
His love inspired their breast;

And following the incarnate God,
They enter'd into rest!

1 FAITH adds new joy to earthly bliss,
And saves us from its snares;
Fresh aid in every duty brings,
And softens all our cares.

2 Faith mortifies the love of sin,
Kindles the sacred fire

Of love to God, and heavenly things,
And fills the heart's desire.

3 The wounded conscience knows its power, The healing balm to give;

That balm the saddest heart can cheer,
And makes the dying live.

4 Faith draws aside the veil of heaven,
Where unknown glories reign;
And bids us seek our portion there,
Nor bids us seek in vain.

5 Faith holds to view the promise, seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood;

And helps our feeble hope to rest
Upon a faithful God.

6 There, there unshaken may we rest,
Till this vile body dies;

And then on faith's triumphant wings,
To endless glory rise!

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1

2

Add to your faith knowledge.
ISRAEL in times of old
Not only heard and knew
How Sinai's thunder roll'd,
But learn'd the Gospel too;
The types and figures were a glass,
In which they saw the Saviour's face.

The paschal sacrifice,

And blood-besprinkled door,

Seen with enlighten'd eyes,

And once applied with power,

Would teach the need of other blood,

To reconcile an angry God.

3

The lamb, the dove set forth

His perfect innocence;

Whose blood of matchless worth

Should be the soul's defence;

For he, who can for sin atone,
Must have no failings of his own.

The scape-goat on his head
The people's trespass bore,
And to the desert led,
Was to be seen no more:

5

6

In him our surety seem'd to say
Behold 1 bear your sins away!

Dipt in his fellow's blood,
The living bird went free;
The type well understood,
Express'd the sinner's plea :-
Described a guilty soul enlarged,
And by a Saviour's death discharged.
Teach me, O Lord, to trace
Throughout the sacred page,
The footsteps of thy grace,
The same in every age;
O grant that I may faithful be
To clearer light vouchsafed to me.

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1

2

(Or)

NOT all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,

Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.

But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;

A sacrifice of nobler name,

And richer blood than they!

3 My faith would lay her hand, Upon that victim's head,

4

And while a penitent I stand,
Present him in my stead.

My soul looks back to see

The burdens he did bear,

When hanging on th' accursed tree!

Because her guilt was there.

5 The sins of one best day

6

Might plunge us in despair;

Yet from the crimes of num'rous years,
That blood our souls can clear.

Believing, we rejoice

To see the curse remove;

We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
And sing his bleeding love!

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Against Self-Righteousness.

1 WHERE are the mourners, saith the Lord,
That wait and tremble at my word?
That walk in darkness all the day
Come make my name your trust and stay.
2 No works nor duties of your own
Can for the smallest sin atone;
The robes, that nature may provide,
Will not your least pollutions hide.
3 The softest couch that nature knows
Can give the conscience no repose;
Look to my righteousness and live,
Comfort and peace are mine to give !
4 Ye sons of pride that kindle coals
With your own hands, to cheer your souls;
Walk in the light of your own fire,
Enjoy the sparks that ye desire.

5 This is your portion, at my hands
Hell waits you with her iron bands!
Ye shall lie down in sorrow there,
In death, in darkness, and despair!

It cost more to redeem their souls.

1 WHEREWITH, O Lord, shall I draw near,
Or bow myself before thy face?

How in thy purer eyes appear?
What shall I bring to gain thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the Lord most high?
Will multiplied oblations please?
Thousands of rams his favour buy?
Or slaughter'd millions e'er appease?
3 Can these assuage the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain?
Rivers of oil, or seas of blood,

Alas! they all must flow in vain.

4 What have I then wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am;
Excluded is my every boast,
My glory swallowed up in shame.