4 When glimmering life resigns its flame,
Thy praise shall tune our breath;
The sweet remembrance of thy name
Shall gild the shades of death.
5 But, O, how blessed our songs shall rise
In glad seraphic lay,
When all thy glories meet our eyes
Through an eternal day.
HYMN 299. L.M. [#]
Excellency of Grace.
1 To thee my heart, eternal King,
Would now its thankful tribute bring;
To thee its humble homage raise,
In songs of ardent, grateful praise.
2 All nature shows thy boundless love,
In worlds below, and worlds above;
But in thy sacred word I trace
The richest glories of thy grace.
3 There Jesus bids our sorrows cease,
And gives the labouring conscience peace;
Raises our grateful feelings high,
And points to mansions in the sky.
4 For grace like this, O may our song
Through endless years thy praise prolong,
And distant climes thy name adore,
Till time and nature are no more!
Sufficiency of Grace.
1 WHY does your face, ye
Those mournful colours wear?
What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair?
2 What though your mighty guilt beyond
The wide creation go,
And hath its strong foundations laid
Deep as the shades below?
3 See, here an endless ocean flows
Of never-failing grace!
Behold, a dying Saviour's veins
The sacred flood increase!
4 It rises high, and drowns the hills,
Has neither shore nor bound:
Now, if we search to find our sins,
Our sins can ne'er be found.
5 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace
That buries all our faults,
And pardoning blood, that swells above
Our follies and our thoughts.
HYMN 301. L. M. [#]
Grace of God through Christ.
1 IMMORTAL God, on thee we call,
The great Original of all!
By thee we are, to thee we tend,
Our sure Support, our glorious End.
2 We praise thy free, thy heavenly grace,
Which pitied our revolted race,
And Jesus, our victorious Head,
The Captain of salvation made.
3 He, thine eternal love decreed,
Should many sons to glory lead ;
And rich supplies through him are given,
To fit us for the joys of heaven.
4 A scene of wonders here we see,
Worthy thy Son, and worthy thee:
This theme shall now inspire our tongues,
And raise in heaven our noblest songs.
HYMN 302. C. M. [# or b]
Transforming Grace.
1 My God, the visits of thy face
Afford superior joy
To all the flattering world can give,
Or mortal hopes employ.
2 But clouds and darkness intervene ;
My brightest joys decline;
And earth's gay trifles oft ensnare
This wandering heart of mine.
3 Lord, guide my roving heart to thee;
Unsatisfied I stray :
Break through the shades of sense and sin
With thy enlivening ray.
4 Lord, raise my faith, my hope, my heart,
To those transporting joys;
Then shall I scorn each little snare
Which this vain world employs.
5 O, let thy beams resplendent shine,
And every cloud remove;
Transform my powers, and fit my soul
For happier scenes above.
HYMN 303. C. M. [#]
Influence of Grace.
1 My God, what silken cords are thine! How soft, and yet how strong!
Whilst power, and truth, and grace, combine To draw our souls along.
2 When crushed beneath the heavy yoke
Of folly and of sin,
Thy hand our iron bondage broke,
Our grateful hearts to win.
3 The guilt of twice ten thousand sins
Thy mercy takes away :
Thy promise, when the war begins,
Secures the crowning day.
4 Comfort, through all this vale of tears,
In rich profusion flows :
The glory of unnumbered years
Eternity bestows.
5 Drawn by such cords, we onward move,
Till round thy throne we meet,
And, captives in the chains of love,
Fall at our Conqueror's feet.
1 GRACE, 'tis a charming sound,
Harmonious to the ear:
Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived the way
To save rebellious man;
And all the steps that grace display
Which drew the wondrous plan.
3 Grace taught my roving feet
To tread the heavenly 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 heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.
HYMN 305. C. M. [# or b]
Display of divine Grace.
1 WHEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess :
My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace.
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