He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.
4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs,
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our soul with good,
And fills our mouth with heav'nly food.
5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace;
May all our pow'rs within us join,
In work and worship so divine!
165. Sight of God and Christ in Heaven.
1 DES
ESCEND from heav'n immortal Dove,
Stoop down, and take us on thy wings,
And mount, and bear us far above
The reach of these inferior things.
2 O for a sight, a pleasing sight,
Of our Almighty Father's throne!
There sits our Saviour crown'd with light,
Cloth'd in a body like our own.
3 Adoring saints around him stand,
And thrones and pow'rs before him fall;
The God shines gracious through the Man,
And sheds sweet glories on them all.
4 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear,
That we shall mount to dwell above,
And stand and bow amongst them there,
And view thy face, and sing thy love?
166. The Beggar.
1 ENCOURAG'D by thy word
Of promise to the poor,
Behold, a beggar, Lord,
Waits at thy mercy's door!
No hand, no heart, O Lord, but thine,
Can help or pity wants like mine,
2 The beggar's usual plea
Relief from men to gain,
If offer'd unto thee,
I know thou would'st disdain :
And those which move thy gracious ear,
Are such as men would scorn to hear.
s I have no right to say,
That though I now am poor,
Yet once there was a day
When I possessed more.
Thou know'st that from my very birth,
I've been the poorest wretch on earth.
4 Nor can I dare profess,
As beggars often do,
Though great is my distress,
My wants have been but few;
If thou should'st leave my soul to starve,
It would be what I well deserve.
5 "Twere folly to pretend
I never begg'd before;
Or, if thou now befriend,
I'll trouble thee no more.
Thou often hast reliev'd my pain,
And often I must come again.
6 Though crumbs are much too good
For such a dog as I,
No less than childrens' food
My soul can satisfy.
O! do not frown and bid me go,
I must have ALL thou canst bestow.
7 Nor can I willing be,
Thy bounty to conceal
From others, who, like me,
Their wants and hunger feel;
I'll tell them of thy mercies storė,
And try to send a thousand more.
8 Thy thoughts, thou only Wise,
Our thoughts and ways transcend,
Tar as the arched skies
Above the earth extend.
Such pleas as mine men would not bear,
But God receives a beggar's pray'r.
167. Desiring Christ's Presence.
1 JESUS, we thy promise claim,
We are met in thy dear name;
In the midst do thou appear,
Manifest thy presence here:
Sanctify us, Lord, and bless,
Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace:
Come, descend, celestial Dove,
Make this time a time of love.
2 Let the fruits of grace abound,
Let us in thy bowels sound;
Faith, and love, and joy increase,
Temperance and gentleness?
Plant in us thy humble mind,
Patient, pitiful, and kind;
Meek and lowly let us be,
Full of goodness, full of thee.
3 Make us all in thee complete,
Make us all for glory meet;
Meet t' appear before thy sight,
Partners with the saints in light:
Call, O call us, each by name,
To the marriage of the Lamb;
Let us lean upon thy breast,
Love be there our endless feast.
168. God our Creator and Benefactor.
MY Maker and my King,
To thee my all I owe;
Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring From whence my blessings flow. ? Thou ever good and kind,
A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.
3 The creature of thy hand,
On thee alone I live;
My God, thy benefits demand
More praise than life can give.
4 O! what can I impart,
When all is thine before?
Thy love demands a thankful heart;
The gift, alas! how poor!
5 Shall I withhold thy due?
And shall my passions rove?
Lord, form this wretched heart anew,
And fill it with thy love.
6 O let thy grace inspire
My soul with strength divine,
Let all my pow'rs to thee aspire,
And all my days be thine.
1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear!
Heav'n with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contriv'd a way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wond'rous plan.
3 Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heav'nly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.
4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;
It lays in heav'n the topmost stone;
And well deserves the praise.
170. Virtue of Christ's Blood.
1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its pow'r,
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
5- Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, 1 believe thou hast prepar'd
(Unworthy though I be,)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me.
7 'Tis strung and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by pow'r divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.
171. Views of Heaven.
1 THERE is a house not made with hands, Eternal and on high;
And here my spirit waiting stands,
Till God shall bid it fly.
2 Shortly this prison of my clay
Must be dissolv'd and fall;
Then, O my soul, with joy obey
Thy heav'nly Father's call,
3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace,
That forms thee fit for heav'n;
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