5 Shows me the precious promise, seal'd
With the Redeemer's blood;
And makes my feeble spirit rest
Upon a faithful God.
6 There, she securely sits, and sings,
Till this vile body dies;
And then, on faith's triumphant wings,
To highest heav'ns she'll rise!
1 THE sinner that truly believes, And trusts in a crucified God, His justification receives,
Redemption in full through his blood. Tho' thousands and thousands of foes Against him in malice unite,
Their he thro' Christ can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
2 Not all the delusions of sin
Shall ever seduce him to death;
He now has the witness within,
United to Jesus by faith:
This faith shall eternally fail
When Jesus shall fall from his throne;
For hell against both must prevail,
Since Jesus and he are but one!
3 The faith that unites to the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere notion or name;
The gift of the Spirit it is:
The faith I receive is divine,
And lives under pressure and load;
It spurns at all pow'r called mine,
And wraps up my weakness in God!
4 It treads on the world and on hell;
It vanquishes death and despair;
And-what is yet stranger to tell-
It overcomes heaven by prayer!-
Permits a vile worm of the dust
With God to commune as a friend;
To stand in his righteousness just,
And rest in his love to the end!
5 It says to the mountains-Depart,
That stand between God and the soul:
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole:
Bids sinners of crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as white;
And makes such a sinner as I
As pure as an angel of light!
1 By various maxims, forms, and rules,
Which pass for wisdom in the schools,
I strove corruption to restrain,
But all my efforts prov'd in vain.
2 But since the Saviour I have known,
My rules are all reduc'd to one-
To keep my Lord, by faith, in view;
This strength supplies, and motives too.
3 When on the cross I see him bleed,
By that my soul from guilt is freed;
This raises from the death of sin,
And kindles heav'nly life within.
4 Exalted on his glorious throne,
I see him make my cause his own;
Then all my anxious cares subside,
For Jesus lives, and will provide.
5 By faith I see the hour at hand,
When in his presence I shall stand;
When it will be my endless bliss,
To see him where and as he is.
6 Blest be the Lord who Christ did give,
To keep the rule of law and live!
He kept that rule, and now he lives,
And faith, to live by him, he gives.
1 FAITH has for its foundation broad
A stable rock on which to stand,
The truth and faithfulness of God;
All other grounds are sinking sand.
2 My frames and feelings ebb and flow;
And when my faith depends on them,
It fleets and staggers to and fro,
And dies amidst the dying frame.
3 That faith is surely most unstaid-
Its stagg'rings can't be counted strange,
That builds its hope of lasting aid
On things that ev'ry moment change.
4 But when my faith lays all its load On Jesu's everlasting Name
That high eternal Rock of God!-
Then come what may, I'm still the same!
5 The frame of nature shall decay,
And break her adainantine chains;
Yea, heav'n and earth shall pass away,
But faith's foundation firm remains!
6 Heav'n's promises so fix'd remain-
Engrav'd with the eternal pen
In our Immanuel's saving Name-
To raze them hell attempts in vain!
1 O HEAV'N!-thou wondrous scene of
Where angels dwell-where Jesus is;-
Where saints no more can fall!
Where curse and conflict, dread and doubt,
Are to eternity shut out,
And God is All in All!
2 There, joy and peace spontaneous grow,
And streams of bliss eternal flow
Through all the happy ground!
The light divine, with strange display,
Sheds beams of everlasting day-
And Godhead glows around!
3 Flee, then, this interposing cloud
Of flesh and sin-a deadly shroud,
Enwrapping me in wo!
Bound in this winding-sheet of death,
My quicken'd spirit gasps for breath,-
Loose me and let me go!
4 O lov'd Immanuel, 'tis to thee
I owe my coming liberty
From this tremendous load!
Soon let the final word be given;
Loose me, and let me rise to heaven,
And wrap me up in God!
1 DEATH cannot make our souls afraid If God be with us there;
Sweet is the passage through the shade,
And all the prospect fair!
2 I could renounce my all below
If my Immanuel bid,
And run, if I were called to go,
And die, as Moses did.
3 Might I but climb to Pisgah's top,
And view the promis'd land,
My flesh itself would long to drop,
And pray for the command!
4 Clasp'd in my heav'nly Father's arms
I would forget my breath,
And lose my life among the charms
Of so divine a death!
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