THE GOODNESS OF GOD.
4 This the universal bliss, Bliss for every soul designed, God's original promise this.
God's great gift to all mankind: Blest in Christ this moment be! Blest to all eternity!
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1 Far from the path of peace.
That lonely, unfrequented way
To life and happiness, Why will ye folly love,
And throng the downward road, And hate the wisdom from above, And mock the sons of God? 2 Madness and misery
Ye count our life beneath; And nothing great or good can see, Or glorious, in our death: As only born to grieve, Beneath your feet we lie; And utterly contemned we live, And unlamented die.
So wretched and obscure, The men whom ye despise, So foolish, impotent, and poor, Above your scorn we rise: We, through the Holy Ghost. Can witness better things; For He whose blood is all our boast
Hath made us priests and kings. 4 Riches unsearchable
In Jesu's love we know;
And pleasures, springing from the well Of life, our souls o'erflow: The Spirit we receive
Of wisdom, grace, and power;
And always sorrowful we live, Rejoicing evermore.
5 Angels our servants are.
And keep in all our ways.
And in their watchful hands they bear
The sacred sons of grace; Unto that heavenly bliss They all our steps attend;
And God himself our Father is,
And Jesus is our friend.
6 With him we walk in white, We in his image shine,
Our robes are robes of glorious light
Our righteousness divine;
On all the kings of earth
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With pity we look down.
And claim, in virtue of our birth, A never- fading crown
( 2.) DESCRIBING THE GOODNESS OF GOD.
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Nailed to the shameful tree! How vast the love that him inclined To bleed and die for thee!
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2 Hark, how he groans! while nature shakes, And earth's strong pillars bend: 6
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, The solid marbles rend.
3' Tis done! the precious ransom's paid, " Receive my soul," he cries!
See where he bows his sacred head! He bows his head, and dies!
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But soon he' ll break death's envious chain,
And in full glory shine:
O Lamb of God! was ever pain.
Was ever love, like thine?
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See there, the King of glory see![ blood, Sinks and expires the Son of God
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2 Who, who, my Saviour, this hath done? Who could thy sacred body wound? No guilt thy spotless heart hath known, No guile hath in thy lips been found
3 I, I alone, have done the deed! ' Tis I thy sacred flesh have torn; My sins have caused thee. Lord, to bleed, Pointed the nail, and fixed the thorn.
4 The burden, for me to sustain
Too great, on thee, my Lord, was laid; To heal me, thou hast borne my pain; To bless me, thou a curse wast made. 5 In the devouring lion's teeth,
Torn, and forsook of all, I lay; Thou sprang'st into the jaws of death, From death to save the helpless prey.
6 My Saviour how shall I proclaim? How pay the mighty debt I owe? Let all I have, and all I am,
Ceaseless to all thy glory show
7 Too much to thee I cannot give; Too much I cannot do for thee: Let all thy love, and all thy grief, Graven on my heart for ever be!
8 The meek, the still, the lowly mind, O may I learn from thee, my God, And love, with softest pity joined, For those that trample on thy blood!
9 Still let thy tears, thy groans, thy sighs, O'erflow my eyes, and heave my breast, Till loose from flesh and earth I rise, And ever in thy bosom rest.
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1 AVIOUR, if thy precious love
Faith these mountains would remove; Faith would make me ever thine: But when all my care and pains Worth can ne'er create in me, Nought by me thy fulness gains; Vain the hope to purchase thee.
2 Cease, O man, thy worth to weigh, Give the needless contest o'er; Mine thou art! while thus I say, Yield thee up, and ask no more: What thy estimate may be,
Only can by him be told Who, to ransom wretched thee, Thee to gain, himself was sold.