He looks to Him that works the whole, And seeks his treasure there.
6 His language is, "Let me, my God, "On sov'reign grace rely;
"And own 'tis free, because bestow'd 'On one so vile as I.
7" Election! 'tis a word divine; "For, Lord, I plainly see,
"Had not thy choice prevented mine, I ne'er had chosen thee.
8 "To persevere, I strength have none; "But would on this depend,- "That Jesus having lov'd his own, He lov'd them to the end.
9"Empty and bare, I come to thee "For righteousness divine: "O may I all thy merit see, "By imputation, mine!”
10 Thus differ these; yet hoping each To make salvation sure:
Now most men would approve the rich, But Christ has bless'd the poor.
In Jesus approv'd, From eternity lov'd, And held in his hand, whence we cannot be mov'd!
2 Tis sweet to recline On the bosom divine, Enjoying the comforts peculiar to thine: While born from above, And upheld by thy love,
With singing and triumph to Zion we move! 3 As doves we have prest To the ark of thy breast,
That harbour of safety, that centre of rest: Thou hast taken us in, Thou hast cancell'd our sin,
And sown the sure seed of salvation within! 4 Our seeking thy face, Was the fruit of thy grace;
Thy goodness deserves, and shall have all the praise:
No sinner can be Beforehand with thee! Salvation's the fruit of eternal decree!
5 Effectually drawn, We came to thy Son; Thou'lt perfect the work which thyself hast begun.
Thy breath from above, The spark shall improve;
No floods can extinguish the fire of thy love!
6 Our Saviour and Friend His love will ex..
It knew no beginning, and never shall end:
2 The man whom legal precepts chase, Knows little yet of gospel-grace; Mistaking Love's free-giv'n charms, As if they stood on legal terms.
3 But faith that rightly looks to grace, Clear out of self the soul will chase, To Christ the only righteousness; In whom it sees eternal peace.
4 No precept clogs the gospel-call, Therein Immanuel's All in All! No law is here but that of grace, Which brings relief in ev'ry case: 5 A fountain of divine supplies, Yielding heav'n-meet'ning qualities To those who, pronest to rebel, Are only qualify'd for hell.
6 Courting vile sinners, e'en the chief, It leaves no cloak for unbelief; But e'en on gross Manassehs calls, On thieves, and Magdalens, and Sauls!
7 This gospel's rich and full indeed, Well suited to the sinner's need: These joyful news that meet their case, Are chariots of Immanuel's grace. 8 'Tis here the glorious Conq'ror rides," The fountains of the deep divides! "Tis here the heav'n-alluring Dove Inspires the soul to faith and love!
1 LONG time beneath the law I lay, In bondage and distress; I toil'd the precept to obey,
But toil'd without success.
2 Then-all my servile works were done A righteousness to raise ; Now-freely chosen in God's Son, I freely choose his ways.
3 Then-to abstain from outward sin Was more than I could do; Now if I feel its pow'r within, I feel I hate it too.
4 "What shall I do"-It used to be- "That I may worthier grow?" "Hear what the Lord has done for me!" Is all my language now.
5 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd, To hear his pard'ning voice, Changes the slave into a child, And duty into choice.
1 WHEN from the precepts to the cross The humble sinner turns,
His brightest deeds he counts but dross, And o'er his vileness mourns.
2 God, on the table of his heart Inscribes his love sincere;
Dipt in his fellow's blood, The living bird went free: The type, well understood, Express'd the sinner's plea :- Describ'd a guilty soul enlarg'd, And by a Saviour's death discharg'd. Jesus, I love to trace,
Throughout the sacred page, The footsteps of thy grace The same in ev'ry age! Yet rather blessed are our eyes, Which see the real sacrifice!
1 How can ye hope, deluded souls, To see, what none e'er saw, Salvation by the works obtain'd Of Sinai's fiery law!
2 There ye may toil, and weep, and fast, And vex your heart with pain; And, when ye've ended, find at last That all your toil was vain.
3 That law but makes your guilt abound: Sad help! and what is worst- The souls that under that are found, Are by its statutes curst.
4 This curse pertains to those who break One precept e'er so small:
And where's the man, in thought or deed, Who has not broken all?.
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