2 'Twas grace that taught my foul to fear; 'Twas grace my fears reliev'd: How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd! 3 Through many dangers, toils, and fnares, I have already come: 'Tis grace has brought me fafe thus far; And grace will bring me home. 4 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, 50. I NOTHING can preferve my going But falvation full and free; Nothing can my foul difhearten In thy prefence I can conquer, I can fuffer, I can die: Far from thee I faint and languish; 51. ALTHOUGH the Lord may hide his face, His covenant is fure; His love and mercy, truth and grace, 2 Beneath his fimiles my foul has liv'd, I'll praife him for the grace receiv'd, I 52. BLOOD has a voice to pierce the skies: "Revenge!" the blood of Abel cries; The ftreams which flow'd from Jefu's wounds 2 To him, then, let our praises rife, I 53. SINNERS are fav'd by Jefu's blood, Eternal life's the gift of God, 54. SINCE my Redeemer's gone And fprinkle o'er the flaming throne 2 No fiery vengeance now, I 'Tis thus my High Prieft intercedes, And fhews the cancell'd bill. 55. BE ELIEVERS own that they are blind, But wifdom in the Lord they find; Unrighteous, too, themselves confefs, But boaft of Chrift, their righteoufnefs. 2 That they're unholy, too, is plain, 3 To Jefus join'd, we've all that's good; 56. HE who opens the blind eyes, Who the filthy fanctifies, Who redeem'd us with his blood- We-in him-were glorified; We-in him—are now fat down; 57. And build on him alone: 2 Poffeffing Chrift, I all poffefs; Wisdom, and ftrength, and righteoufnels, And holiness complete: Bold in his name, I dare draw nigh 58. REJOICE, rejoice, ye fons of God, Salvation now is come; The virtue of Immanuel's blood Strikes the accufer dumb. 2 Shout, fhout Immanuel's lovely name; Peace, peace is preach'd through Jefu's blood; |