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Oh! glorious plan of grace,
Who shall thy limits know? Forbear, my soul, to trace;
With God 'twas even so; 'Tis like Jehovah's glorious name, In height, in depth, and length, the same.
This was the deep profound,
In which thy sins were thrown;
His love was never known:
And is my name enroll’d;
Do Thou my soul assure ; Am I within that fold
Which Jesus keeps secure ? Then hold my feet in Zion's way,Till Thee I meet in endless day.
Col. i. 26.
Here the divine perfections meet,
Great was the myst'ry of that love,
By man came death, sin, hell, and shame;
Great was the mystry, truly great,
Oh! deep abyss of love profound,
Is, xxvi. 1.
SALVATION is the wall,
Around God's city built,
Who flee to him from guilt.
"Tis not of stone or brass,
But Jesu's merits sure; Which highest heaven in height surpass,
And beyond time endure.
No man nor creature made,
The least of all its length; Complete and perfect without aid
By God's almighty strength.
No storms, no fire, no flood,
Can pierce it or deface; Cemented fast with purest blood,
Adorned with living grace.
It's gates still open wide,
To save from every sin ;
Can pass or enter in.
Jesus the Guide art thou,
The Gate, the Tower, the Wall, Our Rock, our Rest, our Refuge now,
Our Strength, our All-in-all.
Rom. viii, 35.
Who shall His own from Him divide?
From Jesus and His love? Who break the glorious bond that joins
The church to God above?
Let trombles rise and terrors frown,
And days of darkness fall; Thro' Christ all dangers we defy, And more than
Nor death, nor life, nor earth, nor hell,
Nor time nor creature-sway, Can e'er efface us from his heart,
Or make his love decay.
Each future period God will bless,
As he hath blest the past, He loved us from eternity,
Aud in his love will rest.
Rom, viii, 33, 34. Who shall condemn the Lord's elect? Or what their safety can effect ? He cancels every charge with blood, His people they himself their God. Who shall condemn ?-'tis Christ who died "Tis Jesus who was crucified ; Yea, rather who is risen again, His work, his offering, not in vain. Who now is placed at God's right hand, While wondering angels round him stand? Who maketh intercession there, For all his ransomed people here? What then shall part us from his love? Shall aught lelow, or aught above? No; since the Saviour died and rose, Ilis saints shall vanquish all their foes.
Jer. xxiii. 6. FOUNTAIN of never ceasing grace,
Thy saints exhaustless theme, Great object of immortal praise,