Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to save my soul from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 3 0 to grace how great a debtor Daily I'm constrained to be! Let that grace, now, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to thee! Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I loveHere's my heart-oh, take and seal it! Seal it from thy courts above. 49. JUSTIFICATION AND SANCTIFICATION. C. M. 1 How wretched was our former state, 2 But, O my soul! for ever praise, Who turned thee from the fatal paths 3 Vain and presumptuous is the trust 4 "Tis from the mercy of our God His mercy saved our souls from death, 5 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, Refines our dross, and love divine 6 Thence raised from death, we live anew; And, justified by grace, We hope in glory to appear, 50. SOVEREIGN MERCY. French-Winchester Old-St. Thomas'. C. M. 1 Not all the outward forms on earth, 2 The sovereign will of God alone 3 The Spirit, like a heavenly wind, New-models all the carnal mind, 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise 51. SALVATION BY GRACE. 8. M. Hampton-Hobb's-Shirland. 1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound, Heaven with the echo shall resound, 2 Grace first contrived a way And all the steps that grace display, 3 Grace taught my wandering feet 4 Grace all the work shall crown It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 52. 5 and 7, THE VOICE OF FREE GRACE. or 12s. Wareham (by dividing last semibreve in each line, and repeating two lines)-Erfurt (by dividing last semibreve of each line)." 1 The voice of free grace Cries, Escape to the mountain, Christ hath opened a fountain; Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who hath purchased a pardon, We will perfectly praise him When we've passed over Jordan. 2 Ye souls that are wounded, O flee to the Saviour, 30 Jesus! ride onward, Triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell, Thou art more than victorious; Thy name shall be praised In the great congregation, Raise the shout of salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, We will praise him the more; 53. THE ETERNAL FATHER. C. M. Huntingtower-Harrington-Harborough. 1 Father! the sweetest, dearest name That men or angels know! Fountain of life, that had no fount 2 Far upward in the timeless past, We see thee by thine own dread light, |