"By Grace ye are saved. GRACE 'tis a charming s Harmonious to the ear Heaven with the echo si And all the earth shall

Grace first contrived a way To save rebellious man And all the wondrous ste: That Grace, which drew

'Twas Grace that wrote my In life's eternal book; "Twas Grace that gave me t Who all my sorrows took.

usness, to stand

bondmen."-Deut. vi. 21.

at Satan's yoke

long opprest;

ling fetters broke,

weary rest.

portant hour,
in made known;
by price and pow'r,
s for his own.

bondage, sin, and death, Visdom's ways;

nd our ev'ry breath ve, and praise.

pe with him to dwell rld above; ly live to tell this Love. T

XVIII.

Eph. ii. 13.

No more a child of wrath
Father thy face I see;

And praise thee for the work of faith
Which thou hast wrought in me.

With me thy Spirit strove,

Almighty to retrieve;

Thou saw'st me in a time of love,
And said unto me, live.

By thee made free indeed,

I felt thy gracious words; Thy mantle over me was spread, And I became the Lord's.

Jesus, thy son, by grace,

I to the end shall be;

Made perfect through thy comeliness Which I receiv'd from thee.

I drink the living stream
To all believers giv'n

A fellow citizen with them,
Who dwell in yonder heav'n..

With all thy chosen band
I trust to see thee there,
And, in thy righteousness, to stand
Undaunted at thy bar.

XIX.

"Ye were Pharoah's bondmen."-Deut. vi. 21.

BENEATH the tyrant Satan's yoke
Our souls were long opprest;
Till grace our galling fetters broke,
And gave the weary rest.

Jesus, in that important hour,
His mighty arm made known;
He ransom'd us by price and pow'r,
And claim'd us for his own.

Now, freed from bondage, sin, and death,
We walk in Wisdom's ways;

And wish to spend our ev'ry breath
In wonder, love, and praise.

Ere long, we hope with him to dwell
In yonder world above;

And now we only live to tell
The riches of his love.

XX.

Ezek. xvi. 3-14.

ONCE perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give;
But Jesus pass'd me in the way,
He saw, and bade me live.

Though Satan still his rule maintain d,
And all his arts employ'd;
That mighty word his rage restrain'd,
I could not be destroy'd.

At length the time of love arriv'd,
When I my Lord should know;
Then Satan, of his pow'r depriv'd,
Was forc'd to let me go.

Oh can I e'er that day forget,
When Jesus kindly spoke!
"Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt,
And now I break thy yoke.

Henceforth I take thee for my own,

And give myself to thee;

Forsake the idols thou hast known,
And yield thy heart to me."