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Self-righteousness rain. 1 How vain the hopes which sinners build
On duties they have done!
Aąd makes their folly known.
Guilty before the LORD;
From ev'ry boasting word.
And purity within;
And leaves us in our sin.
To hide our guilt and shame: Jesus our sin and sorrow bore,
And Life is in His Name.
Self-righteousness vain. 1
WHERE are the mourners, saith the LORD,
Come, make My Name your trust and stay. 2 No works nor duties of your own
Can for the smallest sin atone;
3 The softest couch that nature knows,
Can give the conscience no repose:
Comfort and peace are mine to give. 4 Ye sons of pride, that kindle coals
With your own hands to warm your souls,
Enjoy the sparks that ye desire :
Hell waits you with her iron bands :
more, my God, I boast no more
To trust the merits of Thy Son. 2 Now for the love I bear His Name,
What was my gain I count but loss;
And nail my glory to His cross.. 3 Yes, and I must, and will esteem
All things but loss for JESU's sake:
And of His righteousness partake.
No other Atonement.
1 WHEREWITH, O LORD, shall I draw near,
And bow myself before Thy face?
What shall I bring to gain Thy grace?
2 Will gifts delight the LORD Most High?
Will multiplied oblations please? Thousands of rams His favour buy;
Or slaughter'd hecatombs appease?
3 Can these avert the wrath of God?
Can these wash out my guilty stain? Rivers of oil, and seas of blood,
Alas! they all must flow in vain!
4. What have I then wherein to trust?
I nothing have, I nothing am: Excluded is my ev'ry boast;
My glory swallow'd up in shame. 5 Guilty I stand before Thy face;
On me I feel Thy wrath abide: 'Tis just the sentence should take place;
'Tis just :- but, O, Thy Son hath died ! 6 JESUS, the LAMB of God, hath bled,
He bore our sin's upon the tree! Beneath our curse he bow'd His head;
"Tis finish'd! He hath died for me!
Salvation by Grace. i LORD,
we confess our num'rous faults : How great our guilt has been ! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.
2 But, O my soul, for ever praise,
For ever love His Name,
Of folly, sin, and shame.
Which our own hands have done ;
Abounding through His Son. 4 'Tis from the mercy of our GOD
That all our hopes begin ; 'Tis by the water and the blood
Our souls are wash'd from sin.
5 'Tis through the purchase of His death,
Who hung upon the tree,
On such dry bones as we.
6 Rais'd from the dead we live anew;
And justified by grace,
Salvation by Grace.
1 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!).
That sav'd a wretch like me!
Was blind, but now I see.
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And
grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believ'd!
3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come; "Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace
will lead me home.
4 The LORD has promis'd good to me,
His Word my hope secures ; He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
And mortal life shall cease,
A life of joy and peace.
The sun forbear to shine ;
Will be for ever mine.