Gadsby's Hymnal

    C.M.    J. Berridge
    Freedom from Law by Christ’s Redemption. 1 John 1. 7
    1    Does conscience lay a guilty charge,
            And Moses much condemn,
        And bring in bills exceeding large?
            Let Jesus answer them.

    2    He paid thy ransom with his hand,
            And every score did quit;
        And Moses never can demand
            Two payments of one debt.

    3    Now justice smiles on mercy sweet,
            And looks well reconciled;
        Joined hand in hand, they go to meet
            And kiss a weeping child.

    4    But ask the Lord for his receipt,
            To show the payment good,
        Delivered from the mercy-seat,
            And sprinkled with his blood.

    5    The law thy feet will not enlarge,
            Nor give thy conscience rest,
        Till thou canst find a full discharge
            Locked up within thy breast.

    6    [The sight of this will melt thy heart,
            And make thy eyes run o’er.
        A happy, pardoned child thou art,
            And heaven is at thy door.]

    102    148th    J. Hart
    Affection set above. Col. 3. 2; 1 Cor. 6. 20
    1        Come, raise your thankful voice,
            Ye souls redeemed with blood;
            Leave earth and all its toys,
            And mix no more with mud.
        Dearly we’re bought, highly esteemed;
        Redeemed, with Jesus’ blood redeemed.

    2        Christians are priests and kings,
            All born of heavenly birth;
            Then think on nobler things,
            And grovel not on earth.
        Dearly we’re bought, highly esteemed;
        Redeemed, with Jesus’ blood redeemed.

    3        With heart, and soul, and mind,
            Exalt redeeming love;
            Leave worldly cares behind,
            And set your minds above.
        Dearly we’re bought, highly esteemed;
        Redeemed, with Jesus’ blood redeemed.

    4        Lift up your ravished eyes,
            And view the glory given;
            All lower things despise,
            Ye citizens of heaven.
        Dearly we’re bought, highly esteemed;
        Redeemed, with Jesus’ blood redeemed.

    5        Be to this world as dead,
            Alive to that to come;
            Our life in Christ is hid,
            Who soon shall call us home.
        Dearly we’re bought, highly esteemed;
        Redeemed, with Jesus’ blood redeemed.

    103    L.M.    Count Zinzendorf trans. by J. Wesley
    The Imputed Righteousness of Christ. Isa. 61. 10
    1    Jesus, thy blood and righteousness
        My beauty are, my glorious dress;
        Midst flaming worlds, in these arrayed,
        With joy shall I lift up my head.

    2    When from the dust of death I rise,
        To take my mansion in the skies,
        E’en then shall this be all my plea:
        “Jesus has lived and died for me.”

    3    Bold shall I stand in that great day,
        For who aught to my charge shall lay,
        While through thy blood absolved I am,
        From sin’s tremendous curse and shame?

    4    [Thus Abraham, the friend of God,
        Thus all the armies bought with blood,
        Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim –
        Sinners, of whom the chief I am.]

    5    This spotless robe the same appears,
        When ruined nature sinks in years;
        No age can change its glorious hue;
        The robe of Christ is ever new.

    6    O let the dead now hear thy voice;
        Bid, Lord, thy banished ones rejoice;
        Their beauty this, their glorious dress,
        Jesus, the Lord our righteousness.

    104    8.3.    J. Hart
    Righteousness Imputed. Rom. 3. 22, 25; 4. 24; 2 Cor. 5. 19
    1    Righteousness to the believer,
                Freely given, comes from heaven,
            God himself the giver.

    2    Christ has wrought this mighty wonder;
                God and man by him can
            Meet, and never sunder.

    3    All the law in human nature
                He fulfilled; reconciled
            Creature and Creator.

    4    Every one, without exemption,
                That believes, now receives
            Absolute redemption.

    5    [Robes of righteousness imputed,
                White and whole, clothe the soul,
            Each exactly suited.]

    6    ’Tis a way of God’s own finding;
                ’Tis his act, and the pact
            Cannot but be binding.

    7    Here is no prevarication;
                Justice stands, and demands
            Full and free salvation.

    105    C.M.    J. Hart
    “Made him to be sin for us.” 2 Cor. 5. 21; Lu. 22. 44
    1    When I by faith my Maker see
            In weakness and distress,
        Brought down to that sad state for me
            Which angels can’t express;

    2    When that great God to whom I go
            For help, amazed I view,
        By sin and sorrow sunk as low
            As I, and lower too;

    3    [For all our sins we his may call,
            As he sustained their weight;
        How huge the heavy load of all,
            When only mine’s so great!]

    4    Then, ravished with the rich belief
            Of such a love as this,
        I’m lost in wonder, melt with grief,
            And faint beneath the bliss.

    5    [Prostrate I fall, ashamed of doubt,
            And worship love divine;
        Thus may I always be devout;
            Be this religion mine.]

    6    In this alone I can confide;
            Here’s righteousness enough.
        What’s all the boast of nature’s pride?
            What unsubstantial stuff!

    7    [Rounds of dead service, forms, and ways,
            Which some so much esteem,
        Compared with this stupendous grace,
            What trivial trash they seem!]

    8    Lord, help a worthless worm, so weak
            He can do nothing good;
        May all I act, or think, or speak,
            Be sprinkled with thy blood!

    106    L.M.    J. Hart
    “Is not this a brand plucked out of the fire?” Zech. 3. 2
    1    Thus saith the Lord to those that stand
        And wait to hear his great command,
        “I have a sinner to renew,
        And, lo! this charge I give to you.

    2    “Pull his polluted garments off;
        Here, soul, here’s raiment rich enough;
        Clothe thee with righteousness divine;
        Not creature’s righteousness, but mine.

    3    “Satan avaunt; stand off, ye foes;
        In vain ye rail, in vain oppose;
        Your cancelled claim no more obtrude;
        He’s mine; I bought him with my blood.

    4    “Sinner, thou stand’st in me complete;
        Though they accuse thee, I acquit;
        I bore for thee the avenging ire,
        And plucked thee burning from the fire.”

    107    C.M.    J. Hart
    “Thy sins be forgiven thee.” Matt. 9. 2; Ps. 32. 1, 2
    1    How high a privilege ’tis to know
            Our sins are all forgiven;
        To bear about this pledge below,
            This special grant of heaven!

    2    To look on this when sunk in fears,
            While each repeated sight,
        Like some reviving cordial, cheers,
            And makes temptations light!

    3    O what is honour, wealth, or mirth,
            To this well-grounded peace?
        How poor are all the goods of earth,
            To such a gift as this!

    4    This is a treasure rich indeed,
            Which none but Christ can give;
        Of this the best of men have need;
            This I, the worst, receive.

    108    C.M.    J. Hart
    “The Lord our Righteousness.” Jer. 23. 6; Exod. 15. 2
    1    Jehovah is my righteousness;
            In him alone I’ll boast;
        My tongue his mercy shall confess
            Who seeks and saves the lost.

    2    When sunk in fears, with anguish pressed,
            Bowed down with weighty woe,
        My weary soul in him finds rest;
            From him my comforts flow.

    3    I’ll lay me down, and sweetly sleep,
            For I have peace with God;
        And when I wake he shall me keep,
            Through faith in Jesus’ blood.

    4    Ten thousand and ten thousand foes
            Shall not my soul destroy;
        My God their counsels overthrows,
            And turns my grief to joy.

    109    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Robe of Righteousness. Isa. 61. 3-10
    1    Awake my heart, arise, my tongue;
            Prepare a tuneful voice;
        In God, the life of all my joys,
            Aloud will I rejoice.

    2    ’Tis he adorned my naked soul,
            And made salvation mine;
        Upon a poor, polluted worm
            He makes his graces shine.

    3    And, lest the shadow of a spot
            Should on my soul be found,
        He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
            And cast it all around.

    4    [How far the heavenly robe exceeds
            What earthly princes wear!
        These ornaments, how bright they shine!
            How white the garments are!]

    5    [The Spirit wrought my faith, and love,
            And hope, and every grace;
        But Jesus spent his life to work
            The robe of righteousness.]

    6    Strangely, my soul, art thou arrayed
            By the great sacred Three;
        In sweetest harmony of praise
            Let all thy powers agree.

    110    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Salvation, Righteousness and Strength in Christ. Isa. 45. 22-25
    1        The Lord on high proclaims
            His Godhead from his throne:
        “Mercy and Justice are the names
            By which I will be known.

    2        “Ye dying souls, that sit
            In darkness and distress,
        Look from the borders of the pit
            To my recovering grace.”

    3        Sinners shall hear the sound;
            Their thankful tongues shall own,
        “Our righteousness and strength are found
            In thee, the Lord alone.”

    4        In thee shall Israel trust,
            And see their guilt forgiven;
        God will pronounce the sinners just,
            And take the saints to heaven.

    111    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Justification not by Works. Rom. 3. 19-23, 28
    1    Vain are the hopes the sons of men
            On their own works have built;
        Their hearts by nature all unclean,
            And all their actions guilt.

    2    Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths,
            Without a murmuring word;
        And the whole race of Adam stand
            Guilty before the Lord.

    3    In vain we ask God’s righteous law
            To justify us now,
        Since to convince and to condemn
            Is all the law can do.

    4    Jesus, how glorious is thy grace!
            When in thy name we trust,
        Our faith receives a righteousness
            That makes the sinner just.

    112    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Value of Christ’s Righteousness. Rom. 3. 27
    1    No more, my God, I boast no more
        Of all the duties I have done;
        I quit the hopes I held before,
        To trust the merits of thy Son.

    2    Now, for the love I bear his name,
        What was my gain I count my loss;
        My former pride I call my shame,
        And nail my glory to his cross.

    3    Yes, and I must and will esteem
        All things but loss for Jesus’ sake;
        O may my soul be found in him,
        And of his righteousness partake!

    4    The best obedience of my hands
        Dares not appear before thy throne;
        But faith can answer thy demands,
        By pleading what my Lord has done.

    113    L.M.    J. Kent
    The whole need not a physician. Matt. 9. 12
    1    Who but the soul that’s led to know
        How just and holy is the law,
        Will to the cross of Christ repair,
        And seek salvation only there?

    2    [Jesus, my soul’s compelled to flee
        From all its wrath and curse to thee;
        Though oft, through pride, my stubborn will
        To Sinai feels a cleaving still.]

    3    Sinner, if thou art taught to see
        How great thy guilt and misery,
        In every thought and act impure,
        The blood of Christ thy soul can cure.

    4    Daily to feel thyself undone,
        Will make thee haste to kiss the Son,
        And on thy knees for pardon sue,
        And praise, and bless, and love him too.

    5    [To feel thy shame and nakedness,
        Will make thee love that glorious dress
        That sets from condemnation free,
        And from the curse delivers thee.

    6    Without a seam this garment’s wove,
        Bequeathed in everlasting love;
        Ere time began, designed to be
        A royal robe to cover thee.]

    7    We seek no other blood or name,
        To cleanse our guilt and hide our shame,
        But that wrought out by Christ the Son,
        Which God imputes, and faith puts on.

    114    S.M.    J. Berridge
    Glorying in Christ. Jer. 9. 23, 24; 1 Cor. 1. 31
    1        The sons of earth delight
            To spread their fame abroad,
        To glory in their worth and might;
            But such are not of God.

    2        The heavenly word declares,
            And faithful is the word,
        That Israel’s seed, the royal heirs,
            Shall glory in the Lord.

    3        In Jesus they shall trust;
            From first to last each one,
        Through Jesus, shall be counted just,
            And boast in him alone.

    4        Amen! the word is good;
            My trust is in his name;
        I have redemption through his blood,
            And I will shout his fame.

    5        [He hears my sad complaints,
            And heals old wounds and new;
        Hosanna to the King of saints;
            His ways are just and true!

    6        His worth I love to tell,
            And wish the world to know;
        And where the Son is honoured well,
            The Father’s honoured too.]

    115    L.M.    J. Berridge
    The Carnal Mind and Christ’s Righteousness. 1 Cor. 2. 14
    1    [Imputed righteousness is strange,
        Nor will with human fancies range;
        We guess the lurking motive well,
        And Paul the hateful truth shall tell.]

    2    The lofty heart can not submit
        To cast itself at Jesus’ feet;
        It scorns in borrowed robes to shine,
        Though weaved with righteousness divine.

    3    Proud nature cries, with loathing eyes,
        “This imputation I despise,”
        And from it she will pertly start,
        Till grace has broken down her heart.

    4    O give me, Lord, thy righteousness,
        To be my peace and wedding dress!
        My sores it heals, my rags it hides,
        And makes me dutiful besides.

    116    7s    J. Bradford
    “A just God and a Saviour.” Isa. 45. 21; Rom. 6. 22
        1    O the power of love divine!
            Who its heights and depths can tell –
            Tell Jehovah’s grand design,
            To redeem our souls from hell?

        2    Mystery of redemption this:
            All my sins on Christ were laid;
            My offence was reckoned his;
            He the great atonement made!

        3    Fully I am justified;
            Free from sin, and more than free;
            Guiltless, since for me he died;
            Righteous, since he lived for me.

        4    Jesus, now to thee I bow;
            Let thy praise my tongue employ.
            Saved unto the utmost now,
            Who can speak my heartfelt joy?

    117    C.M.    Augustus Toplady
    Intercession.  John 17. 24; Heb. 5. 7; 1 John 2. 1
    1    Awake, sweet gratitude, and sing
            The ascended Saviour’s love;
        Sing how he lives to carry on
            His people’s cause above.

    2    With cries and tears he offered up
            His humble suit below;
        But with authority he asks,
            Enthroned in glory now.

    3    For all that come to God by him,
            Salvation he demands;
        Points to their names upon his breast,
            And spreads his wounded hands.

    4    His sweet atoning sacrifice
            Gives sanction to his claim:
        “Father, I will that all my saints
            Be with me where I am.”

    5    Eternal life, at his request,
            To every saint is given;
        Safety on earth, and, after death,
            The plenitude of heaven.

    6    Founded on right, thy prayer avails;
            The Father smiles on thee;
        And now thou in thy kingdom art,
            Dear Lord, remember me.

    118    C.M.    J. Cennick
    Melchisedec a type of Christ. Ps. 110. 4; Heb 5. 10
    1    Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb,
            We love to hear of thee;
        No music’s like thy charming name
            Nor half so sweet can be.

    2    O let us ever hear thy voice;
            In mercy to us speak;
        And in our Priest we will rejoice,
            Thou great Melchisedec.

    3    Our Jesus shall be still our theme,
            While in this world we stay;
        We’ll sing our Jesus’ lovely name,
            When all things else decay.

    4    When we appear in yonder cloud
            With all thy favoured throng,
        Then will we sing more sweet, more loud,
            And Christ shall be our song.

    119    C.M.    John Newton
    Access to God in Christ. Eph. 2. 18; 3. 12; Heb 10. 19
    1    Great God! from thee there’s nought concealed,
            Thou seest my inward frame;
        To thee I always stand revealed
            Exactly as I am!

    2    Since I can hardly, therefore, bear
            What in myself I see;
        How vile and black must I appear,
            Most holy God, to thee!

    3    But since my Saviour stands between,
            In garments dyed in blood,
        ’Tis he, instead of me, is seen,
            When I approach to God.

    4    Thus, though a sinner, I am safe;
            He pleads, before the throne,
        His life and death in my behalf,
            And calls my sins his own.

    5    What wondrous love, what mysteries,
            In this appointment shine!
        My breaches of the law are his,
            And his obedience mine.

    120    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ’s Compassion. Heb 4. 15; 5. 7; Matt. 12. 20
    1    With joy we meditate the grace
            Of our High Priest above;
        His heart is made of tenderness;
            His bowels melt with love.

    2    Touched with a sympathy within,
            He knows our feeble frame;
        He knows what sore temptations mean,
            For he has felt the same.

    3    But spotless, innocent, and pure,
            The great Redeemer stood,
        While Satan’s fiery darts he bore,
            And did resist to blood.

    4    He, in the days of feeble flesh,
            Poured out his cries and tears;
        And, in his measure, feels afresh
            What every member bears.

    5    [He’ll never quench the smoking flax,
            But raise it to a flame;
        The bruisèd reed he never breaks,
            Nor scorns the meanest name.]

    6    Then let our humble faith address
            His mercy and his power;
        We shall obtain delivering grace,
            In the distressing hour.

    121    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ and Aaron. Exod. 30. 10; Lev. 9. 7
    1    Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
            A thousand glories more
        Than the rich gems and polished gold
            The sons of Aaron wore.

    2    They first their own burnt offerings brought
            To purge themselves from sin;
        Thy life was pure without a spot,
            And all thy nature clean.

    3    [Fresh blood, as constant as the day,
            Was on their altar spilt;
        But thy one offering takes away
            For ever all our guilt.

    4    Their priesthood ran through several hands,
            For mortal was their race;
        Thy never-changing office stands
            Eternal as thy days.]

    5    [Once in the circuit of a year,
            With blood (but not his own),
        Aaron within the veil appears,
            Before the golden throne.

    6    But Christ, by his own powerful blood,
            Ascends above the skies,
        And, in the presence of our God,
            Shows his own sacrifice.]

    7    Jesus, the King of Glory, reigns
            On Zion’s heavenly hill;
        Looks like a lamb that has been slain,
            And wears his priesthood still.

    8    He ever lives to intercede
            Before his Father’s face;
        Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead,
            Nor doubt the Father’s grace.

    122    148th    Isaac Watts
    The Offices of Christ Glorious. Phil. 2. 9; Col. 3. 11
    1        Join all the glorious names
            Of wisdom, love, and power,
            That ever mortals knew,
            That angels ever bore;
        All are too mean to speak his worth,
        Too mean to set my Saviour forth.

    2        But O what gentle terms
            What condescending ways,
            Does our Redeemer use
            To teach his heavenly grace!
        My eyes with joy and wonder see
        What forms of love he bears for me.

    3        [Arrayed in mortal flesh,
            He like an angel stands,
            And holds the promises
            And pardons in his hands;
        Commissioned from his Father’s throne,
        To make his grace to mortals known.]

    4        [Great Prophet of my God,
            My tongue would bless thy name;
            By thee the joyful news
            Of our salvation came;
        The joyful news of sins forgiven,
        Of hell subdued, and peace with heaven.]

    5        [Be thou my Counsellor,
            My Pattern, and my Guide;
            And through this desert land,
            Still keep me near thy side;
        O let my feet ne’er run astray,
        Nor rove, nor seek the crooked way!]

    6        [I love my Shepherd’s voice;
            His watchful eyes shall keep
            My wandering soul among
            The thousands of his sheep;
        He feeds his flock, he calls their names;
        His bosom bears the tender lambs.]

    7        [To this dear Surety’s hand
            Will I commit my cause;
            He answers and fulfils
            His Father’s broken laws.
        Behold my soul at freedom set;
        My Surety paid the dreadful debt.]

    8        [Jesus, my great High Priest,
            Offered his blood and died;
            My guilty conscience seeks
            No sacrifice beside.
        His powerful blood did once atone,
        And now it pleads before the throne.]

    9        [My Advocate appears
            For my defence on high;
            The Father bows his ears,
            And lays his thunder by.
        Not all that hell or sin can say,
        Shall turn his heart, his love away.]

    10        [My dear, almighty Lord,
            My Conqueror and my King,
            Thy sceptre and thy sword,
            Thy reigning grace I sing;
        Thine is the power; behold, I sit,
        In willing bonds, beneath thy feet.]

    11        [Now let my soul arise,
            And tread the tempter down!
            My Captain leads me forth
            To conquest and a crown.
        A feeble saint shall win the day,
        Though death and hell obstruct the way.]

    12        Should all the hosts of death,
            And powers of hell unknown,
            Put their most dreadful forms
            Of rage and mischief on,
        I shall be safe, for Christ displays
        Superior power and guardian grace.

    123    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Priesthood of Christ. Heb 9. 24-26; 12. 24
    1    Blood has a voice to pierce the skies:
        “Revenge!” the blood of Abel cries;
        But the dear stream, when Christ was slain,
        Speaks peace as loud from every vein:

    2    Pardon and peace from God on high;
        Behold, he lays his vengeance by;
        And rebels that deserve his sword,
        Become the favourites of the Lord.

    3    To Jesus let our praises rise,
        Who gave his life a sacrifice;
        Now he appears before our God,
        And for our pardon pleads his blood.

    124    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Offices of Christ. Luke 7. 16; Heb. 3. 1; 7. 1-3
    1    We bless the Prophet of the Lord,
            That comes with truth and grace;
        Jesus, thy Spirit and thy word
            Shall lead us in thy ways.

    2    We reverence our High Priest above,
            Who offered up his blood,
        And lives to carry on his love,
            By pleading with our God.

    3    We honour our exalted King;
            How sweet are his commands!
        He guards our souls from hell and sin
            By his almighty hands.

    4    Hosanna to his glorious name,
            Who saves by different ways!
        His mercies lay a sovereign claim
            To our immortal praise.

    125    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Faith in Christ our Sacrifice. Rom. 5. 11; Heb. 9. 12
    1        Not all the blood of beasts
            On Jewish altars slain,
        Could give the guilty conscience peace,
            Or wash away the stain.

    2        But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
            Takes all our sins away;
        A sacrifice of nobler name
            And richer blood than they.

    3        My faith would lay her hand
            On that dear head of thine;
        While like a penitent I stand,
            And there confess my sin.

    4        My soul looks back to see
            The burdens thou didst bear,
        When hanging on the accursed tree,
            And hopes her guilt was there.

    5        Believing, we rejoice
            To see the curse remove;
        We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice,
            And sing his bleeding love.

    126    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Personal Glories and Government of Christ. Ps. 45
    1    I’ll speak the honours of my King.
            His form divinely fair;
        None of the sons of mortal race
            May with the Lord compare.

    2    Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
            Upon thy lips is shed;
        Thy God with blessings infinite
            Has crowned thy sacred head.

    3    Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
            Ride with majestic sway;
        Thy terror shall strike through thy foes
            And make the world obey.

    4    Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
            Thy word of grace shall prove
        A peaceful sceptre in thy hands
            To rule thy saints by love.

    5    Justice and truth attend thee still,
            But mercy is thy choice;
        And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
            With most peculiar joys.

    127    148th    C. Wesley
    The Kingdom of Christ. John 1. 49; Phil. 4. 4
    1        Rejoice, the Lord is King;
            Your God and King adore;
            Mortals, give thanks and sing,
            And triumph ever more.
        Lift up the heart, lift up the voice;
        Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

    2        Rejoice, the Saviour reigns,
            The God of truth and love;
            When he had purged our stains,
            He took his seat above;
        Lift up the heart, lift up the voice;
        Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

    3        His kingdom cannot fail;
            He rules o’er earth and heaven;
            The keys of death and hell
            Are to our Jesus given;
        Lift up the heart, lift up the voice;
        Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.

    4        [He all his foes shall quell;
            Shall all our sins destroy;
            And every bosom swell
            With pure seraphic joy;
        Lift up the heart, lift up the voice;
        Rejoice aloud, ye saints, rejoice.]

    5        Rejoice in glorious hope,
            Jesus, the Judge, shall come,
            And take his servants up
            To their eternal home;
        We soon shall hear the Archangel’s voice;
        The trump of God shall sound, Rejoice!

    128    C.M.    John Newton
    Priesthood and Perfections of Christ. Exod. 28. 29
    1    Christ bears the names of all his saints,
            Deep on his heart engraved;
        Attentive to the state and wants
            Of all his love has saved.

    2    In him a holiness complete,
            Light, and perfection shine;
        And wisdom, grace, and glory meet;
            A Saviour all divine.

    3    The blood, which, as a priest, he bears
            For sinners, is his own;
        The incense of his prayers and tears
            Perfumes the holy throne.

    4    In him my weary soul has rest,
            Though I am weak and vile;
        I read my name upon his breast,
            And see the Father smile.

    129    104th    J. Hart
    “Thine is the kingdom.” Matt. 6. 13; John 17. 2
Ye souls that are weak, and helpless, and poor,
Who know not to speak, much less to do more,
Lo! here’s a foundation for comfort and peace –
In Christ is salvation; the kingdom is his.
With power he rules, and wonders performs;
Gives conduct to fools, and courage to worms
Beset by sore evils without and within,
By legions of devils and mountains of sin.
Then be not afraid; all power is given
To Jesus, our Head, in earth and in heaven;
Through him we shall conquer the mightiest foes;
Our Captain is stronger than all that oppose.
[His power from above he’ll kindly impart,
So free is his love, so tender his heart;
Redeemed with his merit, we’re washed in his blood;
Renewed by his Spirit, we’ve power with God.]
Thy grace we adore, Director divine;
The kingdom, and power, and glory are thine.
Preserve us from running on rocks or on shelves,
>From foes strong and cunning, and most from ourselves.
Reign o’er us as King, accomplish thy will,
And powerfully bring us forth from all ill;
Till, falling before thee, we laud thy loved name,
Ascribing the glory to God and the Lamb.

    130    S.M.    J. Hart
    Character and Offices of Christ. Col. 3. 11
    1        Christ is the eternal Rock,
            On which his church is built;
        The Shepherd of his little flock;
            The Lamb that took our guilt;
        Our Counsellor, our Guide,
            Our Brother, and our Friend;
        The Bridegroom of his chosen bride,
            Who loves her to the end.

    2        [He is the Son to free;
            The Bishop he to bless;
        The full Propitiation he;
            The Lord our Righteousness;
        His body’s glorious Head;
            Our Advocate that pleads;
        Our Priest that prayed, atoned and bled,
            And ever intercedes.]

    3        Let all obedient souls
            Their grateful tribute bring,
        Submit to Jesus’ righteous rules,
            And bow before the King.
        Our Prophet, Christ, expounds
            His and our Father’s will;
        This good Physician cures our wounds
            With tenderness and skill.

    4        [When sin had sadly made,
            ’Twixt wrath and mercy, strife,
        Our dear Redeemer dearly paid
            Our ransom with his life.
        Faith gives the full release;
            Our Surety for us stood;
        The Mediator made the peace,
            And signed it with his blood.]

    5        [Soldiers, your Captain own;
            Domestics, serve your Lord;
        Sinners, the Saviour’s love make known;
            Saints, hymn the incarnate Word;
        The Witness sure and true
            Of God’s good will to men,
        The Alpha and the Omega too,
            The First and Last.  Amen.]

    6        Poor pilgrims shall not stray,
            Who frighted flee from wrath;
        A bleeding Jesus is the Way,
            And blood tracks all the path.
        Christians in Christ obtain
            The Truth that can’t deceive;
        And never shall they die again,
            Who in the Life believe.

    131    7.7.4.    C. Wesley
    Christ the Head of the Church. Eph. 4. 15, 16; 5. 23
    1    Head of the Church triumphant,
        We joyfully adore thee;
        Till thou appear, thy members here
        Shall thirst for greater glory.

    2    We lift our hearts and voices,
        With blest anticipation;
        And cry aloud, and give to God
        The praise of our salvation.

    3    While in affliction’s furnace,
        And passing through the fire,
        Thy love we praise, which tries our ways,
        And ever brings us higher.

    4    We lift our hands, exulting
        In thy almighty favour;
        The love divine which made us thine
        Shall keep us thine for ever.

    5    Thou dost conduct thy people
        Through torrents of temptation;
        Nor will we fear, while thou art near,
        The fire of tribulation.

    6    [The world, with sin and Satan,
        In vain our march opposes,
        By thee we shall break through them all,
        And sing the song of Moses.]

    7    By faith we see the glory
        To which thou shalt restore us,
        The world despise for that high prize
        Which thou hast set before us.

    8    And if thou count us worthy,
        We each, as dying Stephen,
        Shall see thee stand at God’s right hand,
        To take us up to heaven.

    132    C.M.    J. Swain
    Christ a True Friend. Prov. 17. 17; 18. 24
    1    A Friend there is, your voices join,
            Ye saints, to praise his name,
        Whose truth and kindness are divine,
            Whose love’s a constant flame.

    2    When most we need his helping hand,
            This Friend is always near;
        With heaven and earth at his command,
            He waits to answer prayer.

    3    His love no end or measure knows;
            No change can turn its course;
        Immutably the same, it flows
            From one eternal source!

    4    When frowns appear to veil his face,
            And clouds surround his throne,
        He hides the purpose of his grace,
            To make it better known.

    5    And if our dearest comforts fall
            Before his sovereign will,
        He never takes away our all –
            Himself he gives us still.

    6    [Our sorrows in the scale he weighs,
            And measures out our pains;
        The wildest storm his word obeys;
            His word its rage restrains.]

    133    8.7.7.    John Newton
    Christ a Friend. Rom. 5. 7; Prov. 18. 24; Song 5. 16
    1    One there is, above all others,
            Well deserves the name of Friend;
        His is love beyond a brother’s –
            Costly, free, and knows no end;
            They who once his kindness prove,
            Find it everlasting love.

    2    Which of all our friends, to save us,
            Could or would have shed his blood;
        But our Jesus died to have us
            Reconciled in him to God.
            This was boundless love indeed!
            Jesus is a Friend in need!

    3    O for grace our hearts to soften!
            Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
        We, alas! forget too often
            What a Friend we have above.
            But when home our souls are brought,
            We will praise thee as we ought.

    134    L.M.    J. Brewer
    Christ the Sinner’s Hiding-place. Ps. 32. 7
    1    Hail, sovereign love, that first began
        The scheme to rescue fallen man!
        Hail, matchless, free, eternal grace,
        That gave my soul a hiding-place!

    2    [Against the God who rules the sky
        I fought with hand uplifted high;
        Despised the mention of his grace,
        Too proud to seek a hiding-place.

    3    But thus the eternal counsel ran:
        “Almighty love, arrest that man!”
        I felt the arrows of distress,
        And found I had no hiding-place.

    4    Indignant Justice stood in view;
        To Sinai’s fiery mount I flew;
        But Justice cried, with frowning face,
        “This mountain is no hiding-place!”

    5    Ere long a heavenly voice I heard,
        And Mercy’s angel-form appeared;
        She led me on, with placid pace,
        To Jesus, as my Hiding-place.]

    6    Should storms of seven-fold thunder roll,
        And shake the globe from pole to pole,
        No flaming bolt could daunt my face,
        For Jesus is my Hiding-place.

    7    On him almighty vengeance fell,
        That must have sunk a world to hell;
        He bore it for a chosen race,
        And thus became their Hiding-place.

    8    A few more rolling suns, at most,
        Will land me on fair Canaan’s coast,
        Where I shall sing the song of grace,
        And see my glorious Hiding-place.

    135    C.M.    John Newton
    The Name of Jesus. Song 1. 3; Mal. 1. 11; Col. 1. 19
    1    How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
            In a believer’s ear!
        It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,
            And drives away his fear.

    2    It makes the wounded spirit whole,
            And calms the troubled breast;
        ’Tis manna to the hungry soul,
            And to the weary rest.

    3    Dear name! the rock on which I build;
            My shield and hiding-place;
        My never-failing treasury, filled
            With boundless stores of grace.

    136    C.M.    A. Steele
    God our Refuge. Deut. 33. 27; Ps. 9. 9; 46. 1
    1    Dear Refuge of my weary soul,
            On thee, when sorrows rise,
        On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
            My fainting hope relies.

    2    [To thee I tell each rising grief,
            For thou alone canst heal;
        Thy word can bring a sweet relief
            For every pain I feel.]

    3    But O! when gloomy doubts prevail,
            I fear to call thee mine;
        The springs of comfort seem to fail,
            And all my hopes decline.

    4    Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee?
            Thou art my only trust;
        And still my soul would cleave to thee,
            Though prostrate in the dust.

    5    [Hast thou not bid me seek thy face,
            And shall I seek in vain?
        And can the ear of sovereign grace
            Be deaf when I complain?

    6    No; still the ear of sovereign grace
            Attends the mourner’s prayer;
        O may I ever find access
            To breathe my sorrows there!]

    7    Thy mercy-seat is open still;
            Here let my soul retreat;
        With humble hope attend thy will,
            And wait beneath thy feet.

    137    8.8.6.    C. Wesley (last verse unknown)
    Christ the Church’s Safety. Lu. 12. 32; 18. 7
    1    How happy is the little flock,
        Who, safe beneath their guardian Rock,
            In all commotions rest!
        When war and tumult’s waves run high,
        Unmoved above the storm they lie;
            They lodge in Jesus’ breast.

    2    Whatever ills the world befall,
        A pledge of endless love we call,
            A sign of Jesus near!
        His chariot will not long delay;
        We hear the rumbling wheels, and pray,
            Triumphant Lord, appear!

    3    Appear, and thy own flock protect,
        Avenge thy own despised elect,
            And make thy glory known.
        Gird on thy sword, thou King of kings,
        And smite through all inferior things
            That dare usurp thy throne.

    138    C.M.    P. Doddridge
    Jesus precious. 1 Pet. 2. 4, 7; Phil. 3. 8; Ps. 45. 17
    1    Jesus, I love thy charming name;
            ’Tis music in my ear;
        Fain would I sound it out so loud,
            That earth and heaven might hear.

    2    Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
            My transport and my trust;
        Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
            And gold is sordid dust.

    3    O may thy name upon my heart
            Shed a rich fragrance there;
        The noblest balm of all my wounds,
            The cordial of my care.

    4    I’ll speak the honours of thy name
            With my last labouring breath;
        And, dying, clasp thee in my arms,
            The Antidote of death!

    139    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ a Shepherd. John 10. 11, 14; Ps. 23
    1    My Shepherd will supply my need;
            Jehovah is his name.
        In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
            Beside the living stream.

    2    He brings my wandering spirit back,
            When I forsake his ways;
        And leads me, for his mercy’s sake,
            In paths of truth and grace.

    3    When I walk through the shades of death,
            Thy presence is my stay;
        A word of thy supporting breath
            Drives all my fears away.

    4    Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
            Does still my table spread;
        My cup with blessings overflows;
            Thy oil anoints my head.

    5    The sure provisions of my God
            Attend me all my days.
        O may thy house be my abode,
            And all my work be praise!

    6    [There would I find a settled rest,
            (While others go and come)
        No more a stranger or a guest,
            But like a child at home.]

    140    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    Safety in God. Ps. 46. 1; 61. 1-6; Prov. 18. 10
    1        When, overwhelmed with grief,
            My heart within me dies,
        Helpless and far from all relief,
            To heaven I lift my eyes.

    2        O lead me to the Rock
            That’s high above my head.
        And make the covert of thy wings
            My shelter and my shade!

    3        Within thy presence, Lord,
            For ever I’d abide;
        Thou art the Tower of my defence,
            The Refuge where I hide.

    4        Thou givest me the lot
            Of those that fear thy name;
        If endless life be their reward,
            I shall possess the same.

    141    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ the Foundation of the Church. Ps. 118. 22, 23
    1    Behold the sure foundation stone
            Which God in Zion lays,
        To build our heavenly hopes upon,
            And his eternal praise.

    2    Chosen of God, to sinners dear,
            And saints adore the name;
        They trust their whole salvation here,
            Nor shall they suffer shame.

    3    The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
            Reject it with disdain;
        Yet on this rock the church shall rest,
            And envy rage in vain.

    4    What though the gates of hell withstood?
            Yet must this building rise;
        ’Tis thy own work almighty God,
            And wondrous in our eyes.

    142    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Characters of Christ. Ps. 45. 2; Song 5. 10; Phil. 2. 10
    1    Go worship at Immanuel’s feet;
        See in his face what wonders meet,
        Earth is too narrow to express
        His worth, his glory, or his grace.

    2    [The whole creation can afford
        But some faint shadows of my Lord;
        Nature, to make his beauties known,
        Must mingle colours not her own.]

    3    [Is he compared to Wine or Bread?
        Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed.
        That flesh, that dying blood of thine,
        Is bread of life, is heavenly wine.]

    4    [Is he a Tree? the world receives
        Salvation from his healing leaves;
        That righteous branch, that fruitful bough,
        Is David’s root and offspring too.]

    5    [Is he a Rose? not Sharon yields
        Such fragrancy in all her fields;
        Or if the Lily he assume,
        The valleys bless the rich perfume.]

    6    [Is he a Vine? his heavenly root
        Supplies the boughs with life and fruit;
        O let a lasting union join
        My soul to Christ, the living Vine!]

    7    [Is he a Head? each member lives,
        And owns the vital power he gives –
        The saints below and saints above,
        Joined by his Spirit and his love.]

    8    [Is he a Fountain? there I bathe,
        And heal the plague of sin and death;
        These waters all my soul renew,
        And cleanse my spotted garments too.]

    9    [Is he a Fire? he’ll purge my dross;
        But the true gold sustains no loss;
        Like a refiner shall he sit,
        And tread the refuse with his feet.]

    10    [Is he a Rock? how firm he proves!
        The Rock of Ages never moves;
        Yet the sweet streams that from him flow,
        Attend us all the desert through.]

    11    [Is he a Way? he leads to God;
        The path is drawn in lines of blood;
        There would I walk with hope and zeal,
        Till I arrive at Zion’s hill.

    12    Is he a Door? I’ll enter in;
        Behold the pastures large and green;
        A paradise divinely fair;
        None but the sheep have freedom there.]

    13    [Is he designed the Corner-stone,
        For men to build their heaven upon?
        I’ll make him my foundation too,
        Nor fear the plots of hell below.]

    14    [Is he a Temple? I adore
        The indwelling majesty and power;
        And still to his most holy place,
        Whene’er I pray, I’ll turn my face.]

    15    [Is he a Star? he breaks the night,
        Piercing the shades with dawning light;
        I know his glories from afar,
        I know the bright, the Morning Star.]

    16    [Is he a Sun? his beams are grace,
        His course is joy and righteousness;
        Nations rejoice when he appears
        To chase their clouds and dry their tears.]

    17    O let me climb those higher skies,
        Where storms and darkness never rise!
        Where he displays his powers abroad,
        And shines and reigns the incarnate God.

    18    Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars,
        Nor heaven his full resemblance bears;
        His beauties we can never trace,
        Till we behold him face to face.

    143    7s    Augustus Toplady
    Rock Smitten; or the Rock of Ages. 1 Cor. 10. 4; Ps. 51. 2
        1    Rock of Ages, cleft for me;
            Let me hide myself in thee;
            Let the water and the blood,
            From thy riven side which flowed,
            Be of sin the double cure,
            Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

        2    [Not the labour of my hands,
            Can fulfil thy law’s demands;
            Could my zeal no respite know,
            Could my tears for ever flow,
            All for sin could not atone;
            Thou must save, and thou alone.]

        3    [Nothing in my hand I bring;
            Simply to thy cross I cling;
            Naked, come to thee for dress;
            Helpless, look to thee for grace;
            Foul, I to the fountain fly;
            Wash me, Saviour, or I die.]

        4    While I draw this fleeting breath,
            When my eye-strings break in death,
            When I soar through tracts unknown,
            See thee on thy judgment throne,
            Rock of Ages, cleft for me;
            Let me hide myself in thee.

    144    L.M.    J. Cennick
    Christ the Way. John 14. 6; Isa. 35. 8
    1    Jesus, my All, to heaven is gone,
        He whom I fix my hopes upon;
        His track I see, and I’ll pursue
        The narrow way, till him I view.

    2    [The way the holy prophets went,
        The road that leads from banishment,
        The King’s highway of holiness
        I’ll go, for all his paths are peace.]

    3    This is the way I long have sought,
        And mourned because I found it not;
        My grief, my burden long has been,
        Because I could not cease from sin.

    4    The more I strove against its power,
        I sinned and stumbled but the more;
        Till late I heard my Saviour say,
        “Come hither, soul, I AM THE WAY.”

    5    Lo! glad I come; and thou, blest Lamb,
        Shalt take me to thee as I am;
        Nothing but sin I thee can give;
        Nothing but love shall I receive.

    6    Then will I tell to sinners round,
        What a dear Saviour I have found;
        I’ll point to thy redeeming blood,
        And say, “Behold the way to God.”

    145    7s    J. Kent
    Peace made by the Blood of the Cross. Isa. 63. 2, 3
        1    Christ exalted is our song,
            Hymned by all the blood-bought throng;
            To his throne our shouts shall rise;
            God with us by sacred ties.

        2    Shout, believer, to thy God!
            He has once the wine-press trod;
            Peace procured by blood divine;
            Cancelled all thy sins and mine.

        3    Here thy bleeding wounds are healed;
            Sin condemned and pardon sealed;
            Grace her empire still maintains;
            Christ without a rival reigns.

        4    [Through corruption, felt within,
            Darkness, deadness, guilt, and sin,
            Still to Jesus turn thy eyes –
            Israel’s hope and sacrifice.]

        5    In thy Surety thou art free;
            His dear hands were pierced for thee;
            With his spotless vesture on,
            Holy as the Holy One.

        6    O the heights, the depths of grace,
            Shining with meridian blaze!
            Here the sacred records show
            Sinners black but comely too.

        7    Saints dejected, cease to mourn;
            Faith shall soon to vision turn;
            Ye the kingdom shall obtain,
            And with Christ exalted reign.

    146    148th    J. Berridge
    Christ the Sinner’s Hiding-place. Rom. 6. 23; 10. 4
    1        Where must a sinner fly,
            Who feels his guilty load,
            And stands condemned to die,
            Out of the mouth of God?
        Can any door of hope be found?
        Not any sure, on nature’s ground.

    2        What if he mend his life,
            And pour out floods of tears,
            And pray with fervent strife?
            These pay no past arrears.
        The law, with unrelenting breath,
        Declares the wage of sin is death.

    3        [Who then shall reconcile
            Such jarring things as these?
            Say, how can Justice smile
            At Mercy on her knees?
        Or how can Mercy lift her head,
        Till all the legal debt is paid?]

    4        Jesus, thy helping hand
            Has made the contest cease,
            Paid off each law demand,
            And bought the blest release;
        Stern Justice, satisfied by thee,
        Bids Mercy bring the news to me.

    5        O tidings sweet of grace,
            To sinners lost and poor,
            Who humbly seek thy face,
            And knock at Mercy’s door;
        Who taste the peace thy blood imparts,
        And feel the Saviour in their hearts.

    6        All hail! we bless thee now!
            Who bought us with thy blood!
            Our gracious Shepherd thou,
            To bring us home to God.
        On earth we sing thy bleeding love,
        And long to see thy face above.

    147    7s    J. Berridge
    Christ a Protector of the Wretched. 1 Sam. 22. 2
        1    All in debt or in distress,
            Discontented more or less,
            All who would protection have,
            Post away to David’s cave.

        2    All who find their sinful debt
            Deep and deeper growing yet;
            All who have been Satan’s tool –
            Much his madman or his fool;

        3    All who discontented are,
            Full of guilt and full of fear;
            Every soul who would not die,
            Unto Jesus’ cave must fly.

        4    [Jesus all your debts will pay;
            Chase your legal duns away;
            Every foe he will subdue –
            World, and flesh, and devil too.]

        5    Haste, and seek the Saviour’s face;
            Rise, and bless him for his grace;
            To his scornèd cave repair;
            He will wash and feast you there.

    148    8.8.6.    J. Berridge
    Christ his People’s Surety. Prov. 11. 15; Matt. 27. 29
    1    For wretched strangers such as I,
        The Saviour left his native sky,
            And surety would become;
        He undertakes for sinners lost,
        And, having paid the utmost cost,
            Returns triumphant home.

    2    A judgment bond against me lay,
        Law charges, too, which he must pay,
            But found a smarting debt.
        The garden scene begins his woes,
        And fetches agonising throes,
            And draws a bloody sweat.

    3    His back with hardy stripes is hewed,
        Till flakes of gore, and streams of blood,
            Besmear the frighted ground!
        A scornful and a smarting crown
        His holy head is thrust upon,
            And thorns begird it round.

    4    He smarts with nails that pierce his feet,
        And smarts with hanging all his weight
            Upon the accursèd tree!
        He smarts beneath a Father’s rod,
        And roars aloud, “Why, O my God,
            Hast thou forsaken me?”

    5    [May all my Saviour’s love and smart,
        Be sweetly graven on my heart,
            And with me fast abide;
        And let me sing thy praises well,
        And love thee more than I can tell,
            And trust in none beside.]

    149    8.8.6.    J. Berridge
    A Friend Closer than a Brother. Prov. 18. 24
    1    There is a Friend, who sticketh fast,
        And keeps his love from first to last,
            And Jesus is his name;
        An earthly brother drops his hold,
        Is sometimes hot and sometimes cold,
            But Jesus is the same.

    2    He loves his people, great and small,
        And, grasping hard, embraces all,
            Nor with a soul will part;
        No tribulations which they feel,
        No foes on earth, or fiends of hell,
            Shall tear them from his heart.

    3    His love before all time began,
        And through all time it will remain,
            And evermore endure;
        Though rods and frowns are sometimes brought,
        And man may change, he changes not;
            His love abideth sure.

    4    [A method strange this Friend has shown,
        Of making love divinely known
            To rebels doomed to die;
        Unasked, he takes our humblest form,
        And condescends to be a worm,
            To lift us up on high.]

    5    [The law demanded blood for blood,
        And out he lets his vital flood
            To pay the mortal debt;
        He toils through life, and pants through death,
        And cries, with his expiring breath,
            “’Tis finished,” and complete!]

    6    [Let all the ransomed of the Lord
        Exalt his love with one accord,
            And hallelujah sing;
        Adore the dying Friend of man,
        And bless him highly as you can;
            He is your God and King.]

    150    104th    J. Berridge
    The Lamb of God. Isa. 53. 7; John 1. 29; Acts 8. 32
The sweet Lamb of God comes forth to be slain,
And offers his blood to purge off our stain;
With bitterest anguish and groans on the tree,
The Saviour did languish for sinners like me.
Look on him, my soul, and gaze on his smart;
His cries may control the lusts of thy heart;
His blood has set often the worst broken bones;
His love too can soften hearts harder than stones.
[Right worthy indeed he is of high fame,
And saints have all need to trust in his name;
Not feed on their graces, nor strut with a frame,
But fall on their faces, and worship the Lamb.]
Lo! here is a feast of delicate food,
For prodigals dressed, yet costly and good.
Our Father provided this Lamb for a treat;
And if you are minded, you freely may eat.
None other repast my spirit would have;
Thy flesh let me taste, sweet Lamb, and yet crave;
Thy blood ever flowing my pleasant cup be;
Thy fleece on earth growing make clothing for me.
Thus covered and fed at thy proper cost,
Thy path I would tread which pleases my host.
Thy patience inherit, thy lowliness prove,
Catch all thy sweet Spirit, and burn with thy love.

    151    C.M.    J. Hart
    Christ the Believer’s Surety. Mark 2. 5; John 10. 15
    1    What slavish fears molest my mind,
            And vex my sickly soul!
        How is it, Lord, that thou art kind,
            And yet I am not whole?

    2    [Ah! why should unbelief and pride,
            With all their hellish train,
        Still in my ransomed soul abide,
            And give me all this pain?

    3    Thy word is past, thy promise made;
            With power it came from heaven;
        “Cheer up, desponding soul,” it said,
            “Thy sins are all forgiven.

    4    “Behold, I make thy cause my own;
            I bought thee with my blood;
        Thy wicked works on me be thrown,
            And I will work thy good.

    5    “I am thy God, thy Guide till death,
            Thy everlasting Friend;
        On me for love, for works, for faith,
            On me for all depend.”]

    6    Thy blood, dear Lord, has brought my peace,
            And paid the heavy debt;
        Has given a fair and full release,
            But I’m in prison yet.

    7    Unjustly now these foes of mine
            Their devilish hate pursue;
        They made my Surety pay the fine,
            Yet plague the prisoner too.

    8    What right can my tormentors plead,
            That I should not be free?
        Here’s an amazing change indeed!
            Justice is now for me.

    9    Lord, break these bars that thus confine,
            These chains that gall me so;
        Say to that ugly gaoler, Sin,
            “Loose him, and let him go.”

    152    S.M.    J. Hart
    “I am the way, the truth, and the life.” John 14. 6
    1        “I am,” says Christ, “the Way”;
            Now, if we credit him,
        All other paths must lead astray,
            How fair soe’er they seem.

    2        “I am,” says Christ, “the Truth”;
            Then all that lacks this test,
        Proceed it from an angel’s mouth,
            Is but a lie at best.

    3        “I am,” says Christ, “the Life”;
            Let this be seen by faith,
        It follows, without further strife,
            That all besides is death.

    4        If what those words aver,
            The Holy Ghost apply,
        The simplest Christian shall not err,
            Nor be deceived, nor die.

    153    L.M.    J. Hart
    Christ’s Passion. Matt. 26. 36-46; Mark 14. 32-41
    1    Come, all ye chosen saints of God,
        That long to feel the cleansing blood,
        In pensive pleasure join with me,
        To sing of sad Gethsemane.

    2    [Gethsemane, the olive press!
        (And why so called, let Christians guess;)
        Fit name! fit place! where vengeance strove,
        And griped and grappled hard with love.]

    3    ’Twas here the Lord of life appeared,
        And sighed, and groaned, and prayed, and feared;
        Bore all incarnate God could bear,
        With strength enough, and none to spare.

    4    The powers of hell united pressed,
        And squeezed his heart and bruised his breast;
        What dreadful conflicts raged within,
        When sweat and blood forced through the skin!

    5    [Dispatched from heaven an angel stood,
        Amazed to find him bathed in blood;
        Adored by angels, and obeyed,
        But lower now than angels made.

    6    He stood to strengthen, not to fight;
        Justice exacts its utmost mite,
        This Victim vengeance will pursue;
        He undertook, and must go through.]

    7    [Three favoured servants, left not far,
        Were bid to wait and watch the war;
        But Christ withdrawn, what watch we keep!
        To shun the sight, they sank in sleep.]

    8    Backwards and forwards thrice he ran,
        As if he sought some help from man;
        Or wished, at least, they would condole
        (’Twas all they could) his tortured soul.

    9    [Whate’er he sought for, there was none;
        Our Captain fought the field alone;
        Soon as the Chief to battle led,
        That moment every soldier fled.]

    10    Mysterious conflict! dark disguise!
        Hid from all creatures’ peering eyes;
        Angels, astonished, viewed the scene;
        And wonder yet what all could mean.

    11    O Mount of Olives, sacred grove!
        O Garden, scene of tragic love!
        What bitter herbs thy beds produce!
        How rank their scent, how harsh their juice!

    12    [Rare virtues now these herbs contain;
        The Saviour sucked out all their bane;
        My mouth with these if conscience cram,
        I’ll eat them with the paschal Lamb.]

    13    O Kedron, gloomy brook, how foul
        Thy black, polluted waters roll!
        No tongue can tell, but some can taste,
        The filth that into thee was cast.

    14    In Eden’s garden there was food
        Of every kind for man while good;
        But banished thence we fly to thee,
        O garden of Gethsemane.

    153A    L.M.    J. Hart
    Matt. 27; Mark 15; John 15. 13; Eph. 2. 4, 5
    1    And why, dear Saviour, tell me why,
        Thou thus would’st suffer, bleed and die;
        What mighty motive could thee move?
        The motive’s plain; ’twas all for love.

    2    For love of whom?  Of sinners base,
        A hardened herd, a rebel race;
        That mocked and trampled on thy blood,
        And wantoned with the wounds of God.

    3    [When rocks and mountains rent with dread;
        And gaping graves gave up their dead;
        When the fair sun withdrew his light,
        And hid his head, to shun the sight;

    4    Then stood the wretch of human race,
        And raised his head and showed his face,
        Gazed unconcerned when nature failed,
        And scoffed, and sneered, and cursed, and railed.]

    5    Harder than rocks and mountains are,
        More dull than dirt and earth by far,
        Man viewed unmoved thy blood’s rich stream,
        Nor ever dreamed it flowed for him.

    6    [Such was the race of sinful men,
        That gained that great salvation then;
        Such, and such only, still we see;
        Such they were all; and such are we.

    7    The Jews with thorns his temples crowned,
        And lashed him when his hands were bound;
        But thorns, and knotted whips, and bands
        By us were furnished to their hands.

    8    They nailed him to the accursèd tree;
        (They did, my brethren; so did we);
        The soldier pierced his side, ’tis true,
        But we have pierced him through and through.]

    9    O love of unexampled kind!
        That leaves all thought so far behind;
        Where length, and breadth, and depth, and height
        Are lost to my astonished sight.

    10    For love of me, the Son of God
        Drained every drop of vital blood.
        Long time I after idols ran;
        But now my God’s a martyred Man.

    154    7s    J. Hart
    “Behold, and see if there be any sorrow.” Lam. 1. 12
        1    Much we talk of Jesus’ blood;
            But how little’s understood!
            Of his sufferings so intense,
            Angels have no perfect sense.
            Who can rightly comprehend
            Their beginning or their end?
            ’Tis to God, and God alone,
            That their weight is fully known.

        2    [O thou hideous monster, Sin,
            What a curse hast thou brought in!
            All creation groans through thee,
            Pregnant cause of misery.
            Thou hast ruined wretched man,
            Ever since the world began;
            Thou hast God afflicted too;
            Nothing less than that would do.

        3    Would we then rejoice indeed?
            Be it that from thee we’re freed;
            And our justest cause to grieve
            Is that thou wilt to us cleave.
            Faith relieves us from thy guilt,
            But we think whose blood was spilt;
            All we hear, or feel, or see,
            Serves to raise our hate to thee.]

        4    Dearly we are bought, for God
            Bought us with his own heart’s blood;
            Boundless depths of love divine!
            Jesus, what a love was thine!
            Though the wonders thou hast done
            Are as yet so little known,
            Here we fix and comfort take –
            Jesus died for sinners’ sake.

    155    104th    J. Hart
    Christ the Fountain for Sin and Uncleanness. Zech. 13. 1
The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing,
The blood of our Priest, our crucified King;
Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth,
And richly dispenses salvation and health.
This fountain so dear, he’ll freely impart;
Unlocked by the spear, it gushed from his heart,
With blood and with water; the first to atone,
To cleanse us the latter; the fountain’s but one.
[This fountain is such (as thousands can tell),
The moment we touch its streams we are well.
All waters beside them are full of the curse;
For all who have tried them, swell, rot, and grow worse.]
[This fountain, sick soul, recovers thee quite;
Bathe here and be whole, wash here and be white;
Whatever diseases or dangers befall,
The fountain of Jesus will rid thee of all.]
This fountain from guilt not only makes pure,
And gives soon as felt infallible cure;
But if guilt removèd return and remain,
Its power may be provèd again and again.
This fountain unsealed stands open for all
That long to be healed, the great and the small.
Here’s strength for the weakly that hither are led;
Here’s health for the sickly, here’s life for the dead.
This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear;
The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here;
Come needy, come guilty, come loathsome and bare;
You can’t come too filthy; come just as you are.
This fountain in vain has never been tried;
It takes out all stain whenever applied;
The water flows sweetly with virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.

    156    C.M.    J. Hart
    The Wish. Gen. 18. 27; Zech. 12. 10; Heb. 2. 9
    1    If dust and ashes might presume,
            Great God, to talk to thee;
        If in thy presence can be room
            For crawling worms like me;
        I humbly would my wish present,
            For wishes I have none;
        All my desires are now content
            To be comprised in one.

    2    The single boon I would entreat
            Is, to be led by thee
        To gaze upon thy bloody sweat
            In sad Gethsemane.
        To view (as I could bear at least)
            Thy tender, broken heart,
        Like a rich olive, bruised and pressed
            With agonising smart.

    3    [To see thee bowed beneath my guilt;
            (Intolerable load!)
        To see thy blood for sinners spilt,
            My groaning, gasping God!
        With sympathising grief to mourn
            The sorrows of thy soul:
        The pangs and tortures by thee borne
            In some degree condole.]

    4    There musing on thy mighty love,
            I always would remain;
        Or but to Golgotha remove,
            And thence return again.
        In each dear place the same rich scene
            Should ever be renewed;
        No object else should intervene,
            But all be love and blood.

    5    For this one favour oft I’ve sought;
            And if this one be given,
        I seek on earth no happier lot,
            And hope the like in heaven.
        Lord, pardon what I ask amiss,
            For knowledge I have none;
        I do but humbly speak my wish;
            And may thy will be done.

    157    8.7.    R. Burnham
    Christ’s Blood a Cleansing Fountain. John 19. 34
    1    Mourning souls, by sin distressed,
            Lost and ruined, void of good,
        You can never be released,
            But by faith in Jesus’ blood.

    2    Richly flowed the crimson river,
            Down Immanuel’s lovely side;
        And that blood will you deliver,
            Whensoever ’tis applied.

    3    Christ is ready to receive you;
            See his bloody cross appear.
        From your sins he will relieve you,
            And dissolve your every fear.

    4    O behold the Lord expiring;
            See the suffering Lamb of God!
        And that love be much admiring,
            Which appears in streams of blood.

    158    8.7.    J. Allen & W. Shirley
    Waiting at the Cross. John 19. 37; Heb. 12. 3
    1    Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
            Which before the cross I spend,
        Life, and health, and peace possessing
            From the sinner’s dying Friend;
        May I sit for ever viewing
            Mercy’s streams in streams of blood;
        Precious drops my soul bedewing,
            Plead and claim my peace with God!

    2    Truly blessèd is this station,
            Low before his cross to lie,
        While I see divine compassion
            Floating in his languid eye.
        Here it is I find my heaven,
            While upon the Lamb I gaze;
        Love I much? I’ve much forgiven;
            I’m a miracle of grace.

    3    Love and grief my heart dividing,
            With my tears his feet I’ll bathe;
        Constant still in faith abiding,
            Life deriving from his death.
        May I still enjoy this feeling,
            In all need to Jesus go;
        Prove his wounds each day more healing,
            And himself more deeply know!

    159    8s    J. Swain
    The Sufferings and Death of Jesus. Luke 22. 44
    1    How willing was Jesus to die,
        That we fellow-sinners might live!
        The life they could not take away,
        How ready was Jesus to give!
        They piercèd his hands and his feet;
        His hands and his feet he resigned;
        The pangs of his body were great,
        But greater the pangs of his mind.

    2    That wrath would have kindled a hell
        Of never-abating despair,
        In millions of creatures, which fell
        On Jesus, and spent itself there.
        ’Twas justice that burst in a blaze
        Of vengeance on Jesus, our Head;
        Divinity’s indwelling rays
        Sustained him till nature was dead.

    3    Divinity back to his frame
        The life he had yielded restored,
        And Jesus entombed was the same
        With Jesus in glory adored.
        No nearer we venture than this,
        To gaze on a deep so profound,
        But tread, whilst we taste of the bliss,
        With reverence the hallowèd ground.

    160    C.M.    WIlliam Cowper
    The Fountain opened. Zech. 13. 1; 1 John 1. 7
    1    There is a fountain filled with blood,
            Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
        And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
            Lose all their guilty stains.

    2    [The dying thief rejoiced to see
            That fountain in his day;
        And there have I, as vile as he,
            Washed all my sins away.]

    3    [Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
            Shall never lose its power,
        Till all the ransomed church of God
            Be saved, 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    But when this lisping, stammering tongue
            Lies silent in the grave,
        Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
            I’ll sing thy power to save.

    161    11s    C. Wesley
    Christ our Sacrifice. Isa. 53. 6, 12; John 10. 15; 15. 13
The Lord, in the day of his anger, did lay
Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away.
He died to atone for our sins, not his own;
The Father has punished for us his dear Son.
[With joy we approve the design of his love;
’Tis a wonder below and a wonder above.
Our Ransom, our Peace, and our Surety he is;
Come, see if there ever were sorrow like his.]
[He came from above, the law’s curse to remove;
He loved, he has loved us, because he would love;
And, when time is no more, we still shall adore
That ocean of love, without bottom or shore.]
Love moved him to die, and on this we rely,
Our Jesus has loved us, we cannot tell why;
But this we can tell, that he loved us so well,
As to lay down his life to redeem us from hell.

    162    8s    J. Swain
    The Soul Melted. Song 5. 10; Luke 7. 38; 1 Pet. 1. 11
    1    When on my Beloved I gaze,
        So dazzling his beauties appear,
        His charms so transcendently blaze,
        The sight is too melting to bear.
        When from my own vileness I turn
        To Jesus exposed on the tree,
        With shame and with wonder I burn,
        To think what he suffered for me.

    2    [My sins, O how black they appear,
        When in that dear bosom they meet!
        Those sins were the nails and the spear
        That wounded his hands and his feet.
        ’Twas justice that wreathed for his head
        The thorns that encircled it round;
        Thy temples, Immanuel, bled,
        That mine might with glory be crowned.]

    3    The wonderful love of his heart,
        Where he has recorded my name,
        On earth can be known but in part;
        Heaven only can bear the full flame.
        In rivers of sorrow it flowed,
        And flowed in those rivers for me,
        My sins are all drowned in his blood;
        My soul is both happy and free.

    163    8.8.6.    J. Cennick
    Looking to Christ. Job 33. 24; Ps. 130. 3
    1    Great God! if thou should’st bring me near,
        To answer at thy awful bar,
            And my own self defend;
        If Jesus did himself withdraw,
        I know thy holy, fiery law
            My soul to hell would send.

    2    A sinner self-condemned I come,
        Worthy that thou should’st me consume,
            But, O! one thing I plead:
        The every mite to thee I owed,
        Christ Jesus, with his own heart’s blood,
            In pity for me paid.

    3    Now should’st thou me to judgment call,
        Though Moses faced me there, and all
            My dreadful sins appeared,
        I should not fear, but boldly stand;
        Through Jesus’ piercèd heart and hand,
            I know I should be spared.

    4    My full receipt should there be showed,
        Written with iron pens in blood,
            On Jesus’ hands and side.
        “I’m safe!” I’ll shout, “O law and sin,
        Ye cannot bring me guilty in,
            For Christ was crucified!”

    164    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ’s Passion and Sinners’ Salvation. 1 Pet. 1. 11
    1    Deep in our hearts let us record
        The deeper sorrows of our Lord,
        Behold the rising billows roll,
        To overwhelm his holy soul.

    2    In loud complaints he spends his breath,
        While hosts of hell and powers of death,
        And all the sons of malice join
        To execute their cursed design.

    3    Yet, gracious God! thy power and love
        Have made the curse a blessing prove!
        Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son
        Atoned for sins which we had done.

    4    The pangs of our expiring Lord,
        The honours of thy law restored;
        His sorrows made thy justice known,
        And paid for follies not his own.

    5    O for his sake our guilt forgive,
        And let the mourning sinner live.
        The Lord will hear us in his name,
        Nor shall our hope be turned to shame.

    165    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ and his Cross. 1 Cor. 1. 18-24; 3. 6, 7
    1    Christ and his cross is all our theme;
            The mysteries that we speak
        Are scandal in the Jew’s esteem,
            And folly to the Greek.

    2    But souls enlightened from above
            With joy receive the word;
        They see what wisdom, power, and love
            Shine in their dying Lord.

    3    The vital savour of his name
            Restores their fainting breath;
        Believing, they rejoice in him,
            The Antidote of death.

    4    [Till God diffuse his graces down,
            Like showers of heavenly rain,
        In vain Apollos sows the ground,
            And Paul may plant in vain.]

    166    L.M.    Isaac Watts
    Salvation in the Cross. Isa. 12. 2, 3; 1 Cor. 2. 2
    1    Here at thy cross, my dying God,
        I lay my soul beneath thy love,
        Beneath the droppings of thy blood,
        Jesus, nor shall it e’er remove.

    2    Not all that tyrants think or say,
        With rage and lightning in their eyes,
        Nor hell shall fright my heart away,
        Should hell with all its legions rise.

    3    Should worlds conspire to drive me thence,
        Moveless and firm this heart shall lie;
        Resolved (for that’s my last defence),
        If I must perish, there to die.

    4    But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear;
        Am I not safe beneath thy shade?
        Thy vengeance will not strike me here,
        Nor Satan dares my soul invade.

    5    Yes, I’m secure beneath thy blood,
        And all my foes shall lose their aim;
        Hosannah to my dying God,
        And my best honours to his name!

    167    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    The Passion and Exaltation of Christ. Rom. 6. 9, 10
    1        Come, all harmonious tongues,
            Your noblest music bring.
        ’Tis Christ the everlasting God,
            And Christ the Man, we sing.

    2        Tell how he took our flesh,
            To take away our guilt;
        Sing the dear drops of sacred blood,
            That hellish monsters spilt.

    3        [Alas! the cruel spear
            Went deep into his side;
        And the rich flood of purple gore
            Their murderous weapons dyed.]

    4        [The waves of swelling grief
            Did o’er his bosom roll,
        And mountains of almighty wrath,
            Lay heavy on his soul.]

    5        Down to the shades of death
            He bowed his awful head;
        Yet he arose to live and reign,
            When death itself is dead.

    6        No more the bloody spear;
            The cross and nails no more;
        For hell itself shakes at his name,
            And all the heavens adore.

    7        There the Redeemer sits,
            High on his Father’s throne;
        The Father lays his vengeance by,
            And smiles upon his Son.

    8        [There his full glories shine,
            With uncreated rays;
        And bless his saints’ and angels’ eyes,
            To everlasting days.]

    168    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Christ’s Victory, Death and Dominion. John 19. 30
    1    I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
            He conquered when he fell.
        “’Tis finished!” said his dying breath,
            And shook the gates of hell.

    2    “’Tis finished!” our Immanuel cries;
            The dreadful work is done.
        Hence shall his sovereign throne arise;
            His kingdom is begun.

    3    His cross a sure foundation laid
            For glory and renown,
        When through the regions of the dead
            He passed to reach the crown.

    4    Exalted at his Father’s side,
            Sits our victorious Lord;
        To heaven and hell his hands divide
            The vengeance or reward.

    5    The saints from his propitious eye
            Await their several crowns;
        And all the sons of darkness fly
            The terror of his frowns.

    169    C.M.    J. Berridge
    Desiring to know Christ crucified. 1 Cor. 2. 2
    1    Some wise men of opinions boast,
            And sleep on doctrines sound;
        But, Lord, let not my soul be lost
            On such enchanted ground.

    2    [Good doctrines can do me no good,
            While floating in the brain;
        Unless they yield my heart some food,
            They bring no real gain.]

    3    O may my single aim be now
            To live on him that died;
        And nought on earth desire to know,
            But Jesus crucified!

    4    [Disputings only gender strife,
            And gall a tender mind;
        But godliness, in all its life,
            At Jesus’ cross we find.]

    5    Lord, let thy wondrous cross employ
            My musings all day long,
        Till, in the realms of purest joy,
            I make it all my song.

    170    7s    J. Berridge
    Fellowship with Christ’s Sufferings. Luke 24. 26, 46
        1    What a doleful voice I hear!
            What a garden-scene is there!
            What a frightful, ghastly flood!
            Jesus weltering in his blood!

        2    Groaning on the ground he lies;
            Seems a slaughtered sacrifice!
            Tells me, with a feeble breath,
            “Sorrowful, yea, unto death!”

        3    [How his eyes astonished are!
            Sure they witness conflict near!
            On his face what sadness dwells!
            Sure he feels a thousand hells!]

        4    O my Jesus, let me know
            What has brought this heavy woe;
            Swords are piercing through thy heart;
            Whence arose the torturing smart?

        5    “Sinner, thou hast done the deed;
            Thou hast made the Saviour bleed!
            Justice drew its sword on me!
            Pierced my heart to pass by thee!

        6    “Now I take the deadly cup;
            All its dregs am drinking up;
            Read my anguish in my gore;
            Look, and pierce my heart no more.”

        7    O thou bleeding love divine,
            What are other loves to thine?
            Theirs a drop, and thine a sea,
            Ever full, and ever free!

        8    If I loved my Lord before,
            I would love him ten times more;
            Drop into his sea outright,
            Lose myself in Jesus quite.

    171    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    “Him hath God exalted.” Acts 5. 31; Phil. 2. 9
    1    Join, all who love the Saviour’s name,
        To sing his everlasting fame;
        Great God! prepare each heart and voice
        In Him for ever to rejoice.

    2    Of Him what wondrous things are told!
        In Him what glories I behold!
        For Him I gladly all things leave;
        To Him, my soul, for ever cleave.

    3    In Him my treasure’s all contained;
        By Him my feeble soul’s sustained;
        From Him I all things now receive;
        Through Him my soul shall ever live.

    4    With Him I daily love to walk;
        Of Him my soul delights to talk;
        On Him I cast my every care;
        Like Him one day I shall appear.

    5    Bless Him, my soul, from day to day,
        Trust Him to bring thee on thy way;
        Give Him thy poor, weak, sinful heart;
        With Him, O never, never part;

    6    Take Him for strength and righteousness;
        Make Him thy refuge in distress;
        Love Him above all earthly joy,
        And Him in everything employ.

    7    Praise Him in cheerful, grateful songs;
        To Him your highest praise belongs;
        ’Tis he who does your heaven prepare,
        And Him you’ll sing for ever there.

    172    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    “Though I be nothing.” 2 Cor. 12. 9, 11; 6. 10
    1    Jehovah’s awful name revere,
        In humble praise, with holy fear;
        In glory throned, divinely bright,
        All worlds are nothing in his sight.

    2    [The numerous proud, self-righteous host,
        Who fondly of their something boast,
        Will find their something nothing more
        Than what will prove them blind and poor.

    3    O may my soul such folly shun,
        Nor ever boast what I have done;
        But at God’s footstool humbly fall,
        And Jesus be my All in All.]

    4    Though of myself I nothing am,
        I’m dear to God and to the Lamb;
        Though I have nothing, I confess,
        All things in Jesus I possess.

    5    I can do nothing, Lord, ’tis true,
        Yet in thy strength can all things do;
        Nothing I merit, Lord, I own,
        Yet shall possess a heavenly throne.

    6    [Thus something, Saviour, may I be,
        Nothing in self, but all in thee;
        And when in glory I appear,
        Be something, and yet nothing, there.]

    173    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    Christ a Sanctuary. Ps. 63. 2; 96. 6; Isa. 8. 14
    1    Jesus, before thy face I fall,
        My Lord, my Life, my Hope, my All;
        For I have nowhere else to flee,
        No sanctuary, Lord, but thee.

    2    [In thee I every glory view,
        Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
        Beloved Saviour, ever be
        A Sanctuary unto me.]

    3    [Whatever woes and fears betide,
        In thy dear bosom let me hide;
        And, while I pour my soul to thee,
        Do thou my Sanctuary be.]

    4    Through life and all its changing scenes,
        And all the grief that intervenes,
        ’Tis this supports my fainting heart,
        That thou my Sanctuary art.

    5    Apace the solemn hour draws nigh,
        When I must bow my head and die;
        But O what joy this witness gives,
        Jesus, my Sanctuary, lives!

    6    He from the grave my dust will raise;
        I in the heavens will sing his praise;
        And when in glory I appear,
        He’ll be my Sanctuary there.

    174    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    Christ is Precious. 1 Pet. 2. 4, 7; Ps. 73. 25
    1    Jesus is precious, says the word;
        What comfort does this truth afford!
        And those who in his name believe,
        With joy this precious truth receive.

    2    To them he is more precious far
        Than life and all its comforts are;
        More precious than their daily food;
        More precious than their vital blood.

    3    [Not health, nor wealth, nor sounding fame,
        Nor earth’s deceitful, empty name,
        With all its pomp and all its glare,
        Can with a precious Christ compare.]

    4    He’s precious in his precious blood,
        That pardoning and soul-cleansing flood;
        He’s precious in his righteousness,
        That everlasting, heavenly dress.

    5    [In every office he sustains,
        In every victory he gains,
        In every counsel of his will,
        He’s precious to his people still.]

    6    As they draw near their journey’s end,
        How precious is their heavenly Friend!
        And when in death they bow their head,
        He’s precious on a dying bed.

    7    In glory, Lord, may I be found,
        And, with thy precious mercy crowned,
        Join the glad song, and there adore
        A precious Christ for evermore.

    175    L.M.    J. Adams
    Christ All in All. Col. 3.11; Ps. 18. 2; 23. 2
    1    Christ is my All, my sure Defence,
        Nor shall my soul depart from thence;
        He is my Rock, my Refuge too,
        In spite of all my foes can do.

    2    Christ is my All, and he will lead
        My soul in pastures green to feed;
        ’Tis he supplies my every want,
        And will all needful blessings grant.

    3    Christ is my All! where should I go?
        Without him I can nothing do.
        Helpless and weak, a sinner great,
        Yet in his righteousness complete.

    176    C.M.    Samuel Medley
    “All my springs are in thee.” Ps. 87. 7
    1    Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name,
            Let all our powers agree;
        Worthy art thou of endless fame;
            Our springs are all in thee.

    2    Here in thy love will we rejoice,
            All sovereign, rich, and free;
        Singing, we hope with heart and voice,
            Our springs are all in thee.

    3    To whom, dear Jesus, O to whom
            Shall needy sinners flee
        But to thyself, who bidst us come?
            Our springs are all in thee.

    4    Some tempted, weak, and trembling saint
            Before thee now may be;
        Let not his hopes or wishes faint;
            His springs are all in thee.

    5    The poor supply, the wounded heal,
            Let sinners such as we,
        Salvation’s blessings taste and feel;
            Our springs are all in thee.

    6    When we arrive at Zion’s hill,
            And all thy glory see,
        Our joyful songs shall echo still,
            Our springs are all in thee.

    177    7s    J. Berridge
    Christ altogether lovely. Ps. 45. 2; Song 5. 16
        1    Soon as faith the Lord can see,
            Bleeding on the cross for me,
            Quick my idols all depart,
            Jesus gets and fills my heart.

        2    [None among the sons of men,
            None among the heavenly train,
            Can with Jesus then compare;
            None so sweet and none so fair.]

        3    Then my tongue would fain express
            All his love and loveliness;
            But I lisp and falter forth
            Broken words, not half his worth.

        4    Vexed, I try and try again;
            Still my efforts all are vain;
            Living tongues are dumb at best;
            We must die to speak of Christ.

        5    [Blessèd is the upper saint,
            Who can praise and never faint,
            Gazing on thee evermore,
            And with flaming heart adore.]

        6    [Let the Lord a smile bestow
            On his lisping babes below,
            That will keep their infant tongue
            Prattling of him all day long.]

    178    8.8.6.    J. Berridge
    No Gathering to Profit but with Christ. Matt. 12. 30
    1    Abundance of good folk, I find,
        Are gathering goodness for the wind
            To scatter it about;
        They seek, with human care and skill,
        Their vessels with good wine to fill,
            But all the wine leaks out.

    2    [A fretful soul his fault may spy,
        And struggle much, and often try
            Some patience to obtain;
        Yet after many toilsome years,
        And many sighs and many tears,
            He has not got a grain.]

    3    He that with Jesus gathers not,
        May plough and sow, and weed his plot,
            But scatters all his corn;
        No real goodness long can stand,
        Which planted is by human hand;
            It dies as soon as born.

    4    [They reap and scatter all the while;
        They reap and gather nought but toil;
            ’Tis labour lost, I see.
        O Lord, do thou instruct my heart
        With my own reaping-hook to part,
            And gather all with thee.]

    5    In Christ my treasure gathered is;
        My wisdom, wealth, and might are his,
            My peace at his command;
        With him is free and plenteous store,
        And faith may have enough and more,
            When gathered from his hand.

    179    7s    J. Hart
    Jesus our All. John 10. 17; 1 Cor. 2. 2; Phil. 3. 7, 8
        1    Jesus is the chiefest good;
            He has saved us by his blood;
            Let us value nought but him;
            Nothing else deserves esteem.

        2    [Jesus, when stern Justice said,
            “Man his life has forfeited,
            Vengeance follows by decree,”
            Cried, “Inflict it all on me.”]

        3    Jesus gives us life and peace,
            Faith, and love, and holiness;
            Every blessing, great or small,
            Jesus freely gives us all.

        4    Jesus, therefore, let us own:
            Jesus we’ll exalt alone;
            Jesus has our sins forgiven,
            And will take us safe to heaven.

    180    8.7.    J. Hart
    Christ the Believer’s All. Acts 5. 31; Gal. 6. 14; Eph. 1. 7;
    1    Lamb of God, we fall before thee,
            Humbly trusting in thy cross;
        That alone be all our glory;
            All things else are dung and dross;
        Thee we own a perfect Saviour,
            Only Source of all that’s good:
        Every grace and every favour
            Comes to us through Jesus’ blood.

    2    [Jesus gives us true repentance,
            By his Spirit sent from heaven;
        Jesus whispers this sweet sentence,
            “Son, thy sins are all forgiven.”
        Faith he gives us to believe it;
            Grateful hearts his love to prize;
        Want we wisdom?  He must give it;
            Hearing ears, and seeing eyes.]

    3    [Jesus gives us pure affections,
            Wills to do what he requires;
        Makes us follow his directions,
            And what he commands inspires.
        All our prayers and all our praises,
            Rightly offered in his name,
        He that dictates them is Jesus;
            He that answers is the same.]

    4    When we live on Jesus’ merit,
            Then we worship God aright,
        Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
            Then we savingly unite.
        Hear the whole conclusion of it;
            Great or good, whate’er we call,
        God, or King, or Priest, or Prophet,
            Jesus Christ is All in All.

    181    C.M.    J. Hart
    “Who of God is made ... wisdom.” 1 Cor. 1. 24, 30
    1    Believers own they are but blind;
            They know themselves unwise;
        But wisdom in the Lord they find,
            Who opens all their eyes.

    2    Unrighteous are they all, when tried;
            But God himself declares
        In Jesus they are justified;
            His righteousness is theirs.

    3    [That we’re unholy needs no proof;
            We sorely feel the fall;
        But Christ has holiness enough
            To sanctify us all.]

    4    Exposed by sin to God’s just wrath,
            We look to Christ and view
        Redemption in his blood by faith,
            And full redemption too.

    5    [Some this, some that good virtue teach,
            To rectify the soul;
        But we first after Jesus reach,
            And richly grasp the whole.]

    6    To Jesus joined, we all that’s good
            From him, our Head, derive.
        We eat his flesh and drink his blood,
            And by and in him live.

    182    112th    J. Hart
    Dependence on Christ alone. John 13. 1; 1 Pet. 1. 5
    1    If ever it could come to pass,
        That sheep of Christ might fall away,
        My fickle, feeble soul, alas!
        Would fall a thousand times a day;
        Were not thy love as firm as free,
        Thou soon would’st take it, Lord, from me.

    2    I on thy promises depend;
        At least I to depend desire;
        That thou wilt love me to the end,
        Be with me in temptation’s fire;
        Wilt for me work, and in me too,
        And guide me right and bring me through.

    3    No other stay have I beside;
        If these can alter, I must fall;
        I look to thee to be supplied
        With life, with will, with power, with all.
        Rich souls may glory in their store,
        But Jesus will relieve the poor.

    183    8s    J. Kent
    “Look unto me.” Isa. 45. 22; John 10. 11-15
    1    “By covenant transaction and blood,”
        Says Jesus, “my people are mine;
        Their sin-bearing Victim I stood;
        Yea, for them my life did resign.
        The curse of the law I sustained,
        Did them from all cursings set free,
        That when by stern Justice arraigned,
        The sinner should look unto me.

    2    “When darkness envelops the mind,
        And troubles rush in as a flood,
        Protection in me they shall find,
        And peace in my peace-speaking blood.
        For wisdom their course to direct,
        As well as their danger to see,
        My sheep, by my Father elect,
        I’ll teach them to look unto me.

    3    “When thirsty, or faint in the way,
        Or groping ’twixt hope and despair,
        To faith I’ll my fulness display,
        And bid the poor sinner look there.
        When lost in themselves and undone,
        Like doves to my wounds they shall flee;
        For all that the gospel makes known,
        The sinner shall look unto me.

    4    “By crosses I’ll scourge them for sin,
        Not flowing from wrath, but in love;
        Yet, while they the furnace are in,
        The strength of my grace they shall prove.
        And when at my footstool at last,
        They come with the suppliant knee,
        Their sorrowful eyes they shall cast,
        And look for salvation in me.”

    184    104th    J. Fawcett
    The Fulness of Christ. John 1. 16; Eph. 1. 23; Col. 1. 19
A fulness resides in Jesus our Head,
And ever abides to answer our need;
The Father’s good pleasure has laid up in store
A plentiful treasure, to give to the poor.
Whate’er be our wants, we need not to fear;
Our numerous complaints his mercy will hear;
His fulness shall yield us abundant supplies;
His power shall shield us when dangers arise.
The fountain o’erflows, our woes to redress,
Still more he bestows, and grace upon grace.
His gifts in abundance we daily receive;
He has a redundance for all that believe.
Whatever distress awaits us below,
Such plentiful grace will Jesus bestow
As still shall support us and silence our fear,
For nothing can hurt us while Jesus is near.
When troubles attend, or danger, or strife,
His love will defend and guard us through life;
And when we are fainting and ready to die,
Whatever is wanting, his grace will supply.

    185    S.M.    Isaac Watts
    God all in all. Ps. 16. 11; 73. 25
    1        My God, my Life, my Love,
            To thee, to thee I call,
        I cannot live if thou remove,
            For thou art all in all.

    2        [Thy shining grace can cheer
            This dungeon where I dwell;
        ’Tis paradise when thou art here;
            If thou depart, ’tis hell.]

    3        [The smilings of thy face,
            How amiable they are!
        ’Tis heaven to rest in thy embrace,
            And nowhere else but there.]

    4        [To thee, and thee alone,
            The angels owe their bliss;
        They sit around thy gracious throne,
            And dwell where Jesus is.]

    5        [Not all the harps above
            Can make a heavenly place,
        If God his residence remove,
            Or but conceal his face.]

    6        Nor earth, nor all the sky,
            Can one delight afford;
        No, not a drop of real joy,
            Without thy presence, Lord.

    7        [Thou art the sea of love,
            Where all my pleasures roll;
        The circle where my passions move,
            And centre of my soul.]

    8        [To thee my spirits fly,
            With infinite desire;
        And yet how far from thee I lie;
            Dear Jesus, raise me higher.]

    186    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    God my only Happiness. Ps. 73. 25; 144. 15
    1    My God, my Portion, and my Love,
            My everlasting All,
        I’ve none but thee in heaven above,
            Or on this earthly ball.

    2    [What empty things are all the skies,
            And this inferior clod!
        There’s nothing here deserves my joys;
            There’s nothing like my God.]

    3    [In vain the bright, the burning sun
            Scatters his feeble light;
        ’Tis thy sweet beams create my noon;
            If thou withdraw, ’tis night.]

    4    [And whilst upon my restless bed,
            Amongst the shades I roll,
        If my Redeemer shows his head,
            ’Tis morning with my soul.]

    5    To thee we owe our wealth, and friends,
            And health, and safe abode;
        Thanks to thy name for meaner things,
            But they are not my God.

    6    [How vain a toy is glittering wealth,
            If once compared to thee!
        Or what’s my safety or my health,
            Or all my friends to me?]

    7    [Were I possessor of the earth,
            And called the stars my own,
        Without thy graces and thyself,
            I were a wretch undone!]

    8    Let others stretch their arms like seas,
            And grasp in all the shore;
        Grant me the visits of thy face,
            And I desire no more.

    187    7s    R. Burnham
    Jesus draws by Effectual Grace. John 12. 32; Song 1. 4
        1    Jesus draws the chosen race
            By his sweet resistless grace;
            Causing them to hear his call,
            And before his power to fall.

        2    From the blissful realms above,
            Swift as lightning flies his love;
            Draws them to his tender breast;
            There they find the gospel rest.

        3    Then how eagerly they move
            In the happy paths of love!
            How they glory in the Lord,
            Pleased with Jesus’ sacred word!

        4    When the Lord appears in view,
            Old things cease, and all is new;
            Love divine o’erflows the soul;
            Love does every sin control.

    188    C.M.    WIlliam Cowper
    Evangelical Obedience. Rom. 7. 9; Phil. 2. 13
    1    No strength of nature can suffice
            To serve the Lord aright;
        And what she has she misapplies,
            For want of clearer light.

    2    How long beneath the law I lay,
            In bondage and distress!
        I toiled the precept to obey,
            But toiled without success.

    3    [Then to abstain from outward sin
            Was more than I could do;
        Now, if I feel its power within,
            I feel I hate it too.]

    4    [Then, all my servile works were done
            A righteousness to raise;
        Now, freely chosen in the Son,
            I freely choose his ways.]

    5    What shall I do, was then the word,
            That I may worthier grow?
        What shall I render to the Lord?
            Is my inquiry now.

    6    To see the law by Christ fulfilled,
            And hear his pardoning voice,
        Changes a slave into a child,
            And duty into choice.

    189    C.M.    Rozzell
    Regeneration. Ps. 40. 3; John 3. 3; 1 Pet. 1. 23
    1    O let my voice proclaim the joys
            My heart has known and felt;
        And let my tongue declare the woes
            My soul has known by guilt.

    2    Long in the paths of sin I trod,
            And, in her foulest way,
        Provoked a kind and gracious God,
            And grieved him day by day.

    3    I tried his patience with my crimes,
            By days and years of sin;
        Resolved to mend in aftertimes,
            And wash the leper clean.

    4    [I tried, resolved, and toiled, and tugged,
            But filthier still I grew;
        My darling sins in secret hugged,
            Nor how to leave them knew.]

    5    But when the Lord his arm made bare,
            And took my heart in hand,
        Effectual cleansing work was there,
            Which I could not withstand.

    6    He doomed me in the dust to lie,
            In sorrows sharp and long;
        Then changed my sadness into joy,
            My mourning to a song.

    190    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    New Birth. John 1. 13; 3. 3; James 1. 18; 1 Pet. 1. 23
    1    Not all the outward forms on earth,
            Nor rites that God has given,
        Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth,
            Can raise a soul to heaven.

    2    The sovereign will of God alone
            Creates us heirs of grace;
        Born in the image of his Son,
            A new peculiar race.

    3    Our quickened souls awake and rise
            From the long sleep of death;
        On heavenly things we fix our eyes,
            And praise employs our breath.

    191    C.M.    R. Burnham
    Grace Sovereign in Conversion. Deut. 7. 8; John 15. 16
    1    O why did Jesus show to me
            The beauties of his face?
        Why to my soul did he convey
            The blessings of his grace?

    2    O how could he so sweetly smile
            On such a wretch as I;
        I who his name did once revile,
            And his dear truth deny?

    3    But ’twas because he loved my soul,
            Because he died for me,
        Because that nothing could control
            His great, his firm decree.

    4    Lord, for thy manifested grace
            I’ll raise a cheerful song,
        Till I shall see thy brighter face
            ’Midst the celestial throng.

    192    C.M.    Isaac Watts
    Reigning Grace. Eph. 2. 10; Tit. 2. 11, 12; 3. 8, 14
    1    As new-born babes desire the breast,
            To feed, and grow, and thrive;
        So saints with joy the gospel taste,
            And by the gospel live.

    2    [With inward gust their heart approves
            All that the Word relates.
        They love the men the Father loves,
            And hate the works he hates.]

    3    [Not all the chains that tyrants use
            Shall bind their souls to vice;
        Faith, like a conqueror, can produce
            A thousand victories.]

    4    [Grace, like an uncorrupted seed,
            Abides and reigns within;
        Immortal principles forbid
            The sons of God to sin.]

    5    Not by the terrors of a slave,
            Do they perform his will;
        But with the noblest powers they have,
            His sweet commands fulfil.

    6    Lord, I address thy heavenly throne;
            Call me a child of thine.
        Send down the Spirit of thy Son
            To form my heart divine.

    7    There shed thy choicest loves abroad,
            And make my comforts strong;
        Then shall I say, “My Father, God,”
            With an unwavering tongue.

    193    C.M.    John Newton
    “I am the resurrection, and the life.” John 11. 25
    1    “I am,” says Christ, “your glorious Head,”
            (May we attention give,)
        “The Resurrection of the dead,
            The life of all that live.

    2    “By faith in me the soul receives
            New life, though dead before;
        And he that in my name believes,
            Shall live to die no more.

    3    “The sinner sleeping in his grave
            Shall at my voice awake,
        And when I once begin to save,
            My work I’ll ne’er forsake.”

    4    Fulfil thy promise, gracious Lord,
            On us assembled here;
        Put forth thy Spirit with the word,
            And cause the dead to hear.

    5    [Preserve the power of faith alive
            In those who love thy name;
        For sin and Satan daily strive
            To quench the sacred flame.

    6    Thy power and mercy first prevailed
            From death to set us free;
        And often since our life had failed,
            Had it not been in thee.]

    7    To thee we look, to thee we bow,
            To thee for help we call;
        Our Life and Resurrection thou,
            Our Hope, our Joy, our All.

    194    C.M.    B. Wallin
    Grace Invincible. Ps. 45; 110. 2; Rev. 6. 2
    1    Hail, mighty Jesus! how divine
            Is thy victorious sword!
        The stoutest rebel must resign
            At thy commanding word.

    2    Deep are the wounds thy arrows give;
            They pierce the hardest heart;
        Thy smiles of grace the slain revive,
            And joy succeeds to smart.

    3    Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh,
            Ride with majestic sway;
        Go forth, sweet Prince, triumphantly,
            And make thy foes obey.

    4    And when thy victories are complete,
            When all the chosen race
        Shall round the throne of glory meet,
            To sing thy conquering grace;

    5    O may my blood-washed soul be found
            Among that favoured band!
        And I, with them, thy praise will sound
            Throughout Immanuel’s land.

    195    L.M.    Samuel Medley
    Grace Exalted in the New Birth. John 1. 13; James 1. 18
    1    Assist my soul, my heavenly King,
        Thy everlasting love to sing;
        And joyful spread thy praise abroad,
        As one, through grace, that’s born of God.

    2    [No, it was not the will of man
        My soul’s new heavenly birth began;
        Nor will nor power of flesh and blood
        That turned my heart from sin to God.]

    3    Herein let self be all abased,
        And sovereign love alone confessed;
        This be my song through all the road,
        That born I am, and born of God.

    4    O may this love my soul constrain
        To make returns of love again;
        That I, while earth is my abode,
        May live like one that’s born of God.

    5    [May I thy praises daily show,
        Who hast created all things new,
        And washed me in a Saviour’s blood
        To prove that I’m a son of God.]

    6    And when the appointed hour shall come,
        That thou wilt call me to my home,
        Joyful I’ll pass the chilling flood,
        And die as one that’s born of God.

    7    Then shall my soul triumphant rise
        To its blest mansion in the skies;
        And in that glorious, bright abode,
        Sing then as one that’s born of God.

    196    S.M.    John Newton
    The Lamentation of a New-born Soul.  Job 40. 4
    1        O Lord, how vile am I,
            Unholy and unclean!
        How can I dare to venture nigh
            With such a load of sin?

    2        Is this polluted heart
            A dwelling fit for thee?
        Swarming, alas! in every part,
            What evils do I see!

    3        [If I attempt to pray,
            And lisp thy holy name;
        My thoughts are hurried soon away,
            I know not where I am.]

    4        [If in thy word I look,
            Such darkness fills my mind;
        I only read a sealèd book,
            And no relief can find.]

    5        [Thy gospel oft I hear,
            But hear it still in vain;
        Without desire, or love, or fear,
            I like a stone remain.]

    6        Myself can hardly bear
            This wretched heart of mine!
        How hateful, then, must it appear
            To those pure eyes of thine!

    7        And must I, then, indeed,
            Sink in despair and die?
        Fain would I hope that thou didst bleed
            For such a wretch as I.

    8        That blood which thou hast spilt,
            That grace which is thy own,
        Can cleanse the vilest sinner’s guilt,
            And soften hearts of stone.

    9        Low at thy feet I bow;
            O pity and forgive!
        Here will I lie, and wait till thou
            Shalt bid me rise and live.

    197    104th    Augustus Toplady
    Invincible Grace. Ps. 110. 3; Tit. 3. 5
How mighty thou art, O Lord, to convert;
Thou only couldst conquer so stubborn a heart,
For thy love to lost man alone could constrain
So stiff-necked a rebel to love thee again.
Through thee I embrace the ransoming grace,
Of him who has suffered and died in my place,
Though I strove to withstand the force of thy hand,
Thy Spirit would conquer, and I was constrained.
In vain I withstood, and fled from my God,
For mercy would save me through Jesus’s blood.
I felt it applied, and I joyfully cried,
Me, me thou hast loved, and for me thou hast died.
For sinners like me thy mercy is free,
Who hunger and thirst for redemption by thee.
Lord, gather in more; make this the glad hour;
Compel them to yield in the day of thy power.

    198    C.M.    John Newton
    Faith’s View. Eph. 2. 4-8; 1 Chron. 17. 16, 17
    1    Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!)
            That saved a wretch like me;
        I once was lost, but now am found;
            Was blind, but now I see.

    2    ’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
            And grace my fears relieved;
        How precious did that grace appear
            The hour I first believed!

    3    Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
            I have already come;
        ’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
            And grace will lead me home.

    4    Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
            And mortal life shall cease,
        I shall possess, within the vail,
            A life of joy and peace.

    5    The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,
            The sun forbear to shine:
        But God, who called me here below,
            Will be for ever mine.

    199    8.7.    R. Robinson
    Free Grace. 1 Sam. 7. 12; Luke 15. 4-7; Eph. 1. 6
    1    Come, thou Fount of every blessing,
            Tune my heart to sing thy grace!
        Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
            Call for songs of loudest praise.
        Teach me some melodious sonnet,
            Sung by flaming tongues above;
        Praise the mount!  O fix me on it!
            Mount of God’s unchanging love.

    2    Here I raise my Ebenezer;
            Hither by thy help I’m come;
        And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
            Safely to arrive at home.
        Jesus sought me when a stranger,
            Wandering from the fold of God;
        He, to save my soul from danger,
            Interposed his precious blood.

    3    O to grace how great a debtor
            Daily I’m constrained to be!
        Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
            Bind my wandering heart to thee.
        Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
            Prone to leave the God I love;
        Here’s my heart, Lord, take and seal it;
            Seal it from thy courts above!

    200    L.M.    H. Paice, 1798
    Amazing Grace. 1 Cor. 15. 10; Eph. 2. 1-8; Zech. 3. 2
    1    Ah! but for free and sovereign grace,
        I still had lived estranged from God,
        Till hell had proved the destined place
        Of my deserved but dread abode.

    2    But O, amazed, I see the hand
        That stopped me in my wild career;
        A miracle of grace I stand;
        The Lord has taught my heart to fear.

    3    To fear his name, to trust his grace,
        To learn his will be my employ;
        Till I shall see him face to face,
        Himself my heaven, himself my joy.