2 Who now accuses them,
For whom their Surety died?
Who now shall those condemn
Whom God hath justified?
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
3 Christ hath the ransom paid;
The glorious work is done;
On him our help is laid;
By him our vict'ry won:
Captivity is captive led;
For Jesus liveth, that was dead.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads,
My weary, wand'ring steps he leads;
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With cheerful green and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O God, art with me still:
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
THE Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow :
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine
A contrite heart, or no?
2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain,
Insensible as steel;
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain,
To find I cannot feel.
3 I sometimes think myself inclin'd
To love thee, if I could;
But often feel another mind,
Averse to all that's good.
4 My best desires are faint and few,
I fain would strive for more;
But when I cry, "My strength renew,"
Seem weaker than before.
5 Thy saints are comforted, I know,
And love thy house of pray'r;
I therefore go where others go,
But find no comfort there.
6 Oh! make this trembling heart rejoice;
Decide this doubt for me;
Oh! let me only hear thy voice,
And find my peace in thee.
1 THE Spirit breathes upon the word,
And clears the blinded sight;
Precepts and promises afford
A sanctifying light.
2 Eternal thanks, O Lord! be thine,
For this thy bright display,
Which makes a world of darkness shine
With beams of heav'nly day.
3 Oh! may our souls with joy pursue
The paths of truth and love,
Till glory break upon our view
In brighter worlds above!
HEE we adore, eternal Name,
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms are we!
2 Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To force us to the tomb;
And sore diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.
3 Infinite joy, or endless woe,
May hang on ev'ry breath;
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
4 Waken, O Lord, our languid sense,
To walk this dang'rous road;
And when our souls are summon'd hence,
May they be found with God!
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
This fountain in his day:
And there may I, as vile as he,
Wash all my sins away.
3 Thou dying Lamb! thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd, to sin no more!
4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5 And when this lisping, stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave,
Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save.
THERE is a house not made with hands,
Eternal, and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison-house of clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall:
Then, O my soul! with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call!
3 We walk by faith of joys to come,-
Faith lives upon his word;
But, while the body is our home,
We're absent from the Lord.
4 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace:
But we would rather see;
We would be absent from the flesh,
And present, Lord, with thee.
HERE is a land of pure delight,
Where saints immortal reign;—
Infinite day excludes the night,
And pleasures banish pain.
2 Lo! rising from the swelling flood,
Th' eternal hills are seen:
So Canaan's promis'd land was view'd,
While Jordan roll'd between.
3 Oh! could we make our doubts remove,-
Those gloomy doubts that rise,-
And see the Canaan that we love,
With faith's illumin'd eyes;-
4 Could we but stand, as Moses stood,
And view the prospect o'er,
Not Jordan's waves, nor death's cold flood,
Should fright us from the shore.
HIS is the day the Lord hath made;
He calls the hours his own:
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell:
To-day the saints his triumphs spread,
And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne!
4 Bless'd be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace!
Who comes, in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race!
5 Hosanna! in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise ;
The heav'n of heav'ns, wherein he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
HOU boundless Source of ev'ry good,
Our best desires fulfil;
And help us to adore thy grace,
And own thy sov'reign will.
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