When Justice smote the shepherd's head,
The captive flock was free:
Belov'd when in transgression dead,
Great God, and far from thee.

Here, lost in thought, the seraphs gaze,
The wond'rous truth to scan:
The heights and depths of sov'reign grace,
In wisdom's glorious plan.

This truth, by grace, we still maintain,
And this conclusion draw,
That in the wounds of Jesus slain,
'Tis sweet to read the law.

Made by an act of sov'reign grace,
From legal bondage free;
As thy own chosen, blood-bought race,
Great God, we worship thee.

X.

John iii. 16.

'Twas not to make Jehovah's love
Towards the sinner flame,
That Jesus, from his throne above,
A suffering man became.

"Twas not the death which he endur'd
Nor all the pangs he bore,
That God's eternal love procured,
For God was love before.

He lov'd the world of his elect.
With love surpassing thought;
Nor will his mercy ere neglect
The souls so dearly bought.

The warm affections of his breast
Towards his chosen burn;
And in this love he'll ever rest,
Nor from his oath return.

Still to confirm this oath of old,
See in the heav'ns his bow;
No fierce rebukes, but love untold
Awaits his children now.

XI.

2 Sam. xxiii- 5.

COME, saints, and sing in sweet accord, Nor let your sorrows swell,

The cov'nant made with David's Lord In all things order'd well.

B

No sinner, once within its bound,
Shall ever sink to hell;

Here's pardon, love, and grace profound,
In all things order'd well.

Ere Adam stretch'd his hand to take
That fruit by which he fell,
This cov'nant stood, for Jesu's sake,
In all things order'd well.

This cov`nant, O believer, stands
Thy rising fears to quell;
Seal'd by the Surety's bleeding hands,
In all things order'd well.

When rolling worlds depart on fire,
And thousands sink to hell,
This cov'nant shall the saints admire,
In all things order'd well.

XII.

Ps. lxxxix. 3.

WITH David's Lord, and ours,
A cov'nant once was made,
Whose bonds are firm and sure,
Whose glories ne'er shall fade;
Sign'd by the sacred Three in One,
In mutual love, ere time begun.

Firm as the lasting hills,

This cov'nant shall endure, Whose potent shalls and wills

Make ev'ry blessing sure:

When ruin shakes all nature's frame,
Its jots and tittles stand the same.

Here the vast streams of grace,
Love, peace, and mercy, flow,
That all the blood-bought race
Of men or angels know,
Oh, sacred deep, without a shore,
Who shall thy limits e'er explore?

Here, when thy feet shall fall,
Believer, thou shall see
Grace to restore thy soul,

And pardon, full and free ;-
Thee, with delight, shall God behold,
A chosen sheep in Zion's fold.

And when through Jordan's flood
Thy God shall bid thee go,
His arm shall thee defend,

And vanquish ev'ry foe;

And in this cov nant thou shalt view

Sufficient strength to bear thee through.

XIII.

"Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and stedfast, and which entereth into that within the veil."-Heb vi. 10.

By grace

I've found the blessed ground Where my soul's anchor may remain; Thou Lamb of God, who for my sin,

Wast from the world's foundation slain, Thy mercy shall unshaken stay,' When heaven and earth have passed away.

O love divine, thou vast abyss,
My sins are swallowed up in thee;
Covered is my unrighteousness,

From condemnation I am free:
While Jesus' blood thro' earth and skies,
Mercy, free boundless mercy cries.

Tho' waves and storms go o'er my head, Tho' strength, and health, and friends be

gone,

Tho' joys be withered all and dead,

Tho' every comfort be withdrawn,. Stedfast on this my soul relies, Father, thy mercy never dies..