I too, at the season ordain'd, 119 A Assurance. DEBTOR to mercy alone, Nor fear with thy righteousness on, P. M. 2 The work which his goodness began, And never was forfeited yet. 3 My name from the palms of his hands MY God, the cov'nant of thy love Abides for ever sure, And in its matchless grace I feel C. M. 2 What though my house be not with Thee, 3 Since thou, the everlasting God, Jesus, my guardian, and my friend, 4 I welcome all thy sov'reign will; And when I know not what thou do'st, 5 Thy cov'nant in the darkest gloom Which, when my eye-lids close in death, 121 Light shining out of darkness. GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform: He plants his footsteps in the sea, C. M. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines He treasures up his bright designs, 3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 5 His purposes will ripen fast, The bud may have a bitter taste, 6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 122 Goodness in Redemption admired. Where shall I thy praise begin? P. M. 2 While the angel-choirs are crying Is the sound of Jesu's name! 3 Now I see with joy and wonder Down to sinners now it flows. 4 May this set our souls on fire, 123 Souls attracted by a crucified Saviour. S. M. D. EHOLD the Prince of life Nail'd to th' uplifted wood; His temples twin'd with rugged thorns, But from this dreadful scene What joys and glories rise! For by this cross shall sinners live, |