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