A SONG OF MERCY AND JUDGMENT LORD, I love the habitation Where the Saviour's honour dwells. Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! Me thro' waves of deep affliction Hard to bear and passing thought. Sweet the sound of grace Divine, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. From the cheerful beams of morning Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! Sweet the grace that I have found. Food I loathed, nor ever tasted Spoke the terrors I sustained. Sweet the sound of grace Divine, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. Bound and watched, lest, life abhorring, Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! Fear of Thee with gloomy sadness Sweet the sound of grace Divine, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. Then what soul-distressing noises Flames of Hell and screams of woe! Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! But at length a word of healing, Sweet the sound of grace Divine, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. "Twas a word well-timed and suited To the need of such an hour, Sweet to one like me polluted, Spoke in love and sealed with power. Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! "I," He said, "have seen thee grieving, Loved thee as I passed thee by, Be not faithless, but believing, Look and live and never die. Sweet the sound of grace Divine, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. "Take the bloody seal I give thee Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! All at once my chains were broken, Grace Divine, how sweet the sound! Since that hour, in hope of glory, Sweet the grace which makes me Thine. DIE ULTIMO, 1774 HEU! quam remotus vescor ab omnibus Quam nescius jucunda quondam Et praeter omnes te mihi flebilem, Sed nec ferocem me genuit pater, Fata sed hoc voluere nostra. Et, fluctuosum ceu mare volvitur, |