2 Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march, with courage, in thy strength, To see my Father God.
4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing.
250 C. M. Chief among ten thousand.
Majestic sweetness sits enthroned Upon the Saviour’s brow; His head with radiant glories crowned, His lips with grace o’erflow.
2 No mortal can with him compare Among the sons of men; Fairer is he than all the fair Who fill the heavenly train.
3 He saw me plunged in deep distress, And flew to my relief; For me he bore the shameful cross, And carried all my grief.
4 To him I owe my life and breath, And all the joys I have! He makes me triumph over death, And saves me from the grave.
5 To heaven, the place of his abode, He brings my weary feet; Shows me the glories of my God, And makes my joys complete.
6 Since from thy bounty I receive Such proofs of love divine, Had I a thousand hearts to give, Lord, they should all be thine.
251 C. M. Altogether lovely.
Jesus, I love thy charming name; ’Tis music to my ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That all the earth might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, And gold is sordid dust.
3 All that my ardent soul can wish In thee doth richly meet; Nor to my eyes is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart, And shed its fragrance there; The noblest balm of all its wounds, The cordial of its care.
5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name With my last laboring breath; And, dying, triumph in thy cross— The antidote of death.
252 C. M. I looked—and there was none to help. Isaiah 63:5.
Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretchéd sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day.
2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and—O! amazing love! He ran to our relief.
3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead.
4 O! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour’s praises speak.
5 Angels! assist our mighty joys; Strike all your harps of gold; But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne’er be told.
253 C. M. A fountain for sin. Zech. 13:1.
There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away.
3 O Lamb of God, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.
4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
5 And when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save.
254 C. M. He shall save his people from their sins. Matt. 1:21.
Salvation! O the joyful sound; ’Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears.
2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell’s dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.
255 C. M. The Reign of Christ.
Let earth, with every isle and sea, Rejoice; the Saviour reigns: His word, like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains.
2 His presence sinks the proudest hills And makes the valleys rise; The humble soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies.
3 Adoring angels, at his birth, Made our Redeemer known; Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne.
4 His foes shall tremble at his sight, And hills and seas retire; His children take their upward flight, And leave the world on fire.
5 The seeds of joy and glory sown For saints in darkness here, Shall rise and spring in worlds unknown, And a rich harvest bear.
256 C. H. M. Thou hast put all things under his feet. Heb. 2:8.
O North, with all thy vales of green, O South, with all thy palms, From peopled towns, and fields between, Uplift the voice of psalms; Raise, ancient East, the anthem high, And let the youthful West reply.