Then what soul-distressing noises
Seemed to reach me from below,
Visionary scenes and voices,

Flames of Hell and screams of woe!

Grace Divine, how sweet the sound!
Sweet the grace which I have found.

But at length a word of healing,
Sweeter than an angel's note,
From the Saviour's lips distilling,
Chased despair and changed my lot.
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!
Sweet the grace which I have found.

"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
Deep impressed upon thy soul;
God, thy God, will now receive thee,
Faith hath saved thee, thou art whole.”

Grace Divine, how sweet the sound!
Sweet the grace which I have found.

All at once my chains were broken,
From my feet my fetters fell,
And that word, in pity spoken,
Snatched me from the gates of Hell.

Grace Divine, how sweet the sound!
Sweet the grace which I have found.

Since that hour, in hope of glory,
With Thy followers I am found,
And relate the wondrous story
To Thy listening saints around.

Sweet the sound of grace Divine,

Sweet the grace which makes me Thine.

DIE ULTIMO, 1774

HEU! quam remotus vescor ab omnibus
Quibus fruebar sub lare patrio,

Quam nescius jucunda quondam
Arva, domum, socios reliqui!

OLNEY HYMNS

I. WALKING WITH GOD

Gen. v. 24

Он for a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame;
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!

I hate the sins that made thee mourn,
And drove thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,

Whate'er that idol be,

Help me to tear it from thy throne
And worship only thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;

So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

II. JEHOVAH-Jireh

THE LORD WILL PROVIDE

Gen. xxii. 14

THE saints should never be dismayed,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;

For when they least expect his aid
The Saviour will appear.