From earth I rise, and seek the joys
At His right hand.
I all on earth forsake,
Its wisdom, fame, and power;
And Him my only portion make,
My shield and tower.
He by Himself hath sworn;
I on His oath depend:
I shall, on eagle's wings upborne,
To heaven ascend;
I shall behold His face,
I shall His power adore,
And sing the wonders of His grace
For evermore.
The goodly land I see,
With peace and plenty blest,
A land of sacred liberty
And endless rest;
There milk and honey flow,
And oil and wine abound,
And trees of life for ever grow,
With mercy crowned.
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness,
Triumphant o'er the world and sin:
The Prince of Peace
On Zion's sacred height
His kingdom still maintains,
And, glorious with His saints in light,
For ever reigns.
The whole triumphant host
Give thanks to God on high;
'Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!'
They ever cry.
Hail, Abraham's God and mine!
I join the heavenly lays;
All might and majesty are Thine
And endless praise.
Who is a God like unto Thee, that pardoneth iniquity?'
1 GREAT God of wonders! all Thy ways
Are matchless, godlike, and divine;
But the fair glories of Thy grace
Above Thine other wonders shine:
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
2 Such great transgressions to forgive!
Such guilty, daring worms to spare!
This is Thy grand prerogative,
And none shall in the honour share :
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
3 In wonder lost, with trembling joy
We take the pardon of our God,
Pardon for crimes of deepest dye,
A pardon bought with Jesus' blood:
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
4 0 may this strange, this matchless grace,
This godlike miracle of love,
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise,
And all the angelic hosts above!
Who is a pardoning God like Thee?
Or who has grace so rich and free?
GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to my ear;
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heaven the topmost stone;
And well deserves the praise.
'The Lord possessed Me in the beginning
of His way.'
1 ERE God had built the mountains,
Or raised the fruitful hills,
Before He filled the fountains
That feed the running rills,
In Me from everlasting
The wonderful I AM
Found pleasures never wasting,
And Wisdom is My name.
2 When, like a tent to dwell in,
He spread the skies abroad,
And swathed about the swelling
Of ocean's mighty flood,
He wrought by weight and measure.
And I was with Him then,
Myself the Father's pleasure,
And Mine the sons of men.
3 Thus Wisdom's words discover
Thy glory and Thy grace,
Thou everlasting Lover
Of our unworthy race!
Thy gracious eye surveyed us
Ere stars were seen above;
In wisdom Thou hast made us,
And died for us in love.
4 And could'st Thou be delighted
With creatures such as we,
Who, when we saw Thee, slighted
And nailed Thee to a tree?
Unfathomable wonder,
And mystery divine!
The voice that speaks in thunder
Says, 'Sinner, I am thine!'
1 WHO is this, so weak and helpless,
Child of lowly Hebrew maid,
Rudely in a stable sheltered,
Coldly in a manger laid?
'Tis the Lord of all creation,
Who this wondrous path hath trod;
He is God from everlasting,
And to everlasting God.
2 Who is this, a man of sorrows
Walking sadly life's hard
Homeless, weary, sighing, weeping
Over sin and Satan's sway?
|