3 Those watchful eyes that never sleep,
Survey the world around;
His wisdom is a boundless deep,
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4 Speak we of strength? His arm is strong
To save, or to destroy;
Infinite years His life prolong,
And endless is His joy.
5 He knows no shadow of a change,
Nor alters His decrees:
Firm as a rock His truth remains,
To guard His promises.
6 Justice, upon a dreadful throne,
Maintains the rights of God;
While mercy sends her pardons down,
Bought with a Saviour's blood.
WITHOUT blood is no remission;
Thus the Lord proclaims from heav'n;
Blood must flow, on this condition,
This alone is sin forgiv'n:
Yes, a victim must be slain;
Else, all hope of life is vain.
2 But the victim, who shall find it?
Such an one as sinners need:
To the altar who shall bind it?
Who shall make the victim bleed?
Such a victim as must die,
All the world could not supply.
3 God Himself provides the victim:
Jesus is the Lamb of God:
Heav'n, and earth, and hell, afflict Him,
While He bears the sinner's load,
"Tis His blood, His blood alone,
Can for human guilt atone.
4 Joyful truth! He bore transgression
In His body on the cross:
Thro' His blood there's full remission
For the vilest, ev'n for us.
Jesus for the sinner bleeds,
Nothing more the sinner needs.
IT is finish'd! sinners hear it!
'Tis the dying Victor's cry:
It is finish'd! angels hear it,
Bear the joyful truth on high!
It is finish'd!
Tell it thro' the earth and sky!
2 Justice from her awful station,
Bars the sinner's peace no more;
See, she views with approbation,
What the Saviour did and bore;
Grace and mercy
Now display their boundless store.
3 It is finish'd! all is over;
Yes, the cup of wrath is drained;
Such the truth these words discover:
Thus the vict'ry was obtained.
'Tis a vict❜ry
None but Jesus could have gained.
JESUS, Thy righteousness divine,
Is all my glory, all my trust;
Nor need I fear since that is mine,
While Jesus lives, and God is just.
2 My guilt, 'tis of a crimson die!
And black as hell my various sin!
Yet Jesus' blood can purify,
And wash my guilty conscience clean.
3 Though ragged, desolate and bare,
With nought to hide my shame I'm found;
His righteousness He bids me wear,
And throws the noble mantle round.
4 Clad in this robe, how bright I shine!
Angels might envy such a dress;
Angels have not a robe like mine,
The robe of Jesus' righteousness.
REJOICE ye saints in ev'ry state,
Divine decrees remain unmoved;
No turns of Providence abate
God's care for those, He once has loved.
2 Firmer than heaven His cov'nant stands, Tho' earth should shake, and skies depart, You're safe in the Redeemer's hands, Who bears your names upon His heart.
3 Our Surety knows for whom He stood,
And gave Himself a Sacrifice;
The souls once sprinkled with His blood,
Possess a life that never dies.
4 Though darkness spread around our tent,
Though fear prevail, and we repine;
God will not of His truth repent,
Nor can His grace or love decline.
ESUS is our Great Salvation!
Worthy of our best esteem,
He has sav'd His fav'rite nation,
Join to sing aloud to Him;
He has sav'd us!
Christ alone could us redeem.
2 When involved in sin and ruin,
And no helper there was found,
Jesus our distress was viewing;
Grace did more than sin abound.
He has call'd us,
With salvation's joyful sound!
3 Let us never, Lord, forget Thee,
Make us walk as pilgrims here;
We will give Thee all the glory
Of the love that brought us near:
Let us praise Thee,
And rejoice with holy fear.
4 Free election, known by calling,
Is a privilege divine;
Saints are kept from final falling,
All the glory Lord, be Thine.
Hallelujah!
All the glory Lord, is Thine.
ONG ere the sun's refulgent ray,
Primeval shades of darkness drove,
We on Jehovah's bosom lay,
Loved with an everlasting love.
2 Then, in the glass of His decrees,
Christ and His bride appeared but one;
Her sins by imputation His,
Whilst she in Jesu's glory shone.
3 O love, how high thy wonders swell
How great, immutable, and free;
Ten thousand sins as black as hell
For ever swallowed up in Thee!
4 Father, in this my comfort stands,
From first to last salvation's free ;
And everlasting love, demands
An everlasting song from me.
HERE is a book of life in heav'n,
In which the names of saints are giv'n :
Sweet truth, and all for whom Christ died,
Have been for ever there inscribed.
2 Not all the virtues men possess,
Could move Jehovah thus to bless ;
The whole salvation is of grace,
And Christ redeemed a chosen race.
3 His favor'd ones, are loved with love
Which neither heights nor depths can move;
The lowliest, weakest of His fold,
He will through life and death uphold.
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