3 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free, Has been this love to sinful me!

This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell: My Jesus has done all things well! 4 I spurn'd his grace, I broke his laws, And yet he undertook my cause, To save me, tho' I did rebel;

My Jesus has done all things well! 5 And, since my soul has known his love, What mercies has he made me prove! Mercies which do all praise excel; My Jesus has done all things well! 6 Whene'er my Saviour and my God Has on me laid his gentle rod, I know, in all that has befel, My Jesus has done all things well! Tho' many a fiery flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart, With this I all his rage repel, My Jesus has done all things well! 8 Sometimes my Lord his face doth hide, To make me pray, or kill my pride, Yet then it on my mind does dwell, My Jesus has done all things well! 9 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms shall lose my breath; Yet then my happy soul shall tell, My Jesus has done all things well! 10 And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies, Above the rest this note shall swell, My Jesus has done all things well!

50.

The two Debtors. Luke vii. 47. [Tune, Penitent.

1

2

ONCE

NCE a woman silent stood
While Jesus sat at meat;

From her eyes she pour'd a flood
To wash his sacred feet:
Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once possess'd her mind,
That she e'er so vile could prove,
Yet now forgiveness find.

How came this vile woman here,
Will Jesus notice such?

Sure, if he a prophet were,

He would disdain her touch."
Simon thus, with scornful heart,
Slighted one whom Jesus lov'd,
But her Saviour took her part,
And thus his pride reprov'd:

3 "If two men in debt were bound,
One less, the other more;
Fifty or five hundred pound,
And both alike were poor;
Should the lender both forgive,

When he saw them both distress'd;
Which of them would you believe
Engaged to love him best?"

4 Surely he who most did owe,”
The pharisee reply'd;

Then our Lord, "By judging so,
Thou dost for her decide.

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Simon, if like her you knew
How much you forgiveness need,
You like her had acted too,
And welcom'd me indeed.

5 "When the load of sin is felt,
And much forgiveness known,
Then the heart of course will melt,
Tho' hard before as stone:
Blame not then her love and tears,
Greatly she in debt has been;
But I have remov'd her fears,
And pardon'd all her sin.”

6 When I read this woman's case,
Her love and humble zeal,
I confess, with shame of face,
My heart is made of steel.
Much has been forgiven me,
Jesus paid my heavy score;
What a creature must I be
That I can love no more!

51.

He led them by a right way. Ps. cvii. 7.

1 WHEN Israel was from Egypt freed,

The Lord, who brought them out,
Help'd them in ev'ry time of need,
But led them round about.

2 To enter Canaan soon they hoped,
But quickly chang'd their mind,
When the Red sea their passage stopt,
And Pharaoh march'd behind.

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3 The desert filled them with alarms
For water and for food;
And Amalek, by force of arms,
To check their progress stood.
4 They often murmur'd by the way,
Because they judg'd by sight;
But were at length constrain'd to say,
The Lord had led them right.

5 In the Red sea, that stopt them first,
Their enemies were drown'd;

The rocks gave water for their thirst,
And manna spread the ground.

6 By fire and cloud their way was shewn
Across the pathless sands,

And Amalek was overthrown
By Moses' lifted hands.

7 The way was right their hearts to prove,
To make God's glory known,
And shew his wisdom, pow'r, and love,
Engag'd to save his own.

8 Just so the true believer's path
Thro' many dangers lies;

Tho' dark to sense, 'tis right to faith,
And leads us to the skies.

52.

What shall I render? Ps. cxvi. 12, 13.

1

FOR

OR mercies countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive

From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,
My soul, what canst thou give?

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2 Alas! from such a heart as mine
What can I bring him forth?
My best is stain'd and dy'd with sin,
My all is nothing worth.

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make
For all he has bestow'd;
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take,
And call upon my God.

4 The best returns for one like me,
So wretched and so poor,

Is from his gifts to draw a plea,
And ask him still for more.

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5 I cannot serve him as I ought,
No works have I to boast,
Yet would I glory in the thought
That I shall owe him most.

53.

Say ye to the righteous, It shall be well with him. Isaiah iii. 10. [Tune, Covenant.

1 WHAT cheering words are these!

Their sweetness who can tell?
In time, and to eternal days,
'Tis with the righteous well.
2 Well when they see God's face,
Or sink amidst the flood:
Well in affliction's thorny maze,
Or on the mount of God.

3 "Tis well when Zion's breast
No consolations give;

But better far by faith to rest,
And on the promise live.