3 Throughout the world its breadth is known, Wide as infinity :
So wide it never pass'd by one,
Or it had pass'd by me.
4 My trespass was grown up to heaven;
But, far above the skies,
Through Christ abundantly forgiven,
I see thy mercies rise.
5 The depth of all-redeeming love,
What angel tongue can tell?
O may I to the utmost prove
The gift unspeakable!
Rejoicing in the glory of His grace. LORY to God, whose sov'reign grace J Hath animated senseless stones,Call'd us to stand before his face,
And raised us into Abrah'm's sons.
2 The people that in darkness lay,
In sin and error's deadly shade,
Have seen a glorious gospel-day
In Jesus' lovely face display'd.
3 Thou only, Lord, the work hast done,
And bared thine arm in all our sight;
Hast made the reprobates thine own,
And claim'd the outcasts as thy right.
4 Thy single arm, almighty Lord,
To us the great salvation brought ; Thy Word, thy all-creating Word,
That spake at first the world from naught. 5 For this the saints lift up their voice, And ceaseless praise to thee is given; For this the hosts above rejoice,
And praise thee in the highest heaven.
LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defiled in every part.
3 Behold, we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
4 Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone,
Hath power sufficient to atone ;
Thy blood can make us white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse us so.
6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; ·
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make these broken hearts rejoice.
WHILE dead in trespasses. I lie,
quick'ning Spirit give;
Call me, thou Son of God, that I
May hear thy voice, and live.
INNERS, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Maker, asks you why?
God, who did your being give,
Made you with himself to live;
He the fatal cause demands;
Asks the work of his own hands,-
Why, ye thankless creatures, why
Will ye cross his love, and die?
2 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, your Saviour, asks you why?
He, who did your souls retrieve,
Died himself, that ye might live.
Will ye let him die in vain?
Crucify your Lord again?
Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why
Will ye slight his grace, and die?
3 Sinners, turn; why will ye die?
God, the Spirit, asks you why?
He, who all your lives hath strove,
Urged you to embrace his love.
Will ye not his grace receive?
Will he still refuse to live?
O ye dying sinners, why,
Why will ye forever die?
INNERS, turn, while God is near;
Dare not think him insincere :
Now, e'en now, your Saviour stands;
All day long he spreads his hands;
Cries,-Ye will not happy be;
No, ye will not come to me,-
Me, who life to none deny :
Why will ye resolve to die?
2 Turn, he cries, ye sinners, turn:
By his life, your God hath sworn;
He would have you turn and live;
He would all the world receive.
If your death were his delight,
Would he you to life invite?
Would he ask, beseech, and cry,-
Why will ye resolve to die?
3 What could your Redeemer do,
More than he hath done for you?
To procure your peace with God,
Could he more than shed his blood?
After all his flow of love,-
All his drawings from above,-
Why will ye your Lord deny?
Why will ye resolve to die?
Believe, and be at peace.
WHY should gloomy thoughts arise,
And darkness fill the mind?
Why should that bosom heave with sighs,
And yet no refuge find?
2 Hast thou not heard of Gilead's balm,The great Physician there,
Who can thine every fear disarm,
And save thee from despair?
3 Still art thou overwhelm'd with grief,
And fill'd with sore dismay?
Still looking downward for relief,
Without one cheering ray?
4 Lift up thy streaming eyes to heaven; The great atonement see;
And all thy sins shall be forgiven :-
Believe, and thou art free.
HOU hidden God, for whom I groan,-
Till thou thyself declare,
God, inaccessible, unknown,—
Regard a sinner's prayer:
2 A sinner welt'ring in his blood,
Unpurged and unforgiven:
Far distant from the living God,
As far as hell from heaven.
3 An unregen'rate child of man,
To thee for help I call;
Pity thy fallen creature's pain,
And raise me from my fall.
4 The darkness which through thee I feel,
Thou only canst remove;
Thine own eternal power reveal,
Thine everlasting love.
5 I would not to thy foe submit;
I hate the tyrant's chain;
Send forth the pris'ner from the pit,
Nor let me cry in vain.
6 Show me the blood that bought my peace,
The cov'nant blood apply;
And all my griefs at once shall cease,
And all my sins shall die.
GOD, to whom, in flesh reveal'd,
The helpless all for succour came;
The sick to be relieved and heal'd,
And found salvation in thy name :-
2 Thou seest me helpless and distress'd,
Feeble, and faint, and blind, and poor;
Weary, I come to thee for rest;
And, sick of sin, implore a cure.
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