His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when like wand’ring sheep we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. 83. If Jesus Christ was sent To save us from our sin, And kindly teach us to repent, We should at once begin. ’Tis not enough to say, We’re sorry, and repent, Yet still go on from day to day, Just as we always went. Repentance is to leave The sins we loved before; And show that we in earnest grieve, By doing so no more. Lord, make us thus sincere, To watch as well as pray; However small, however dear, Take all our sins away. 84. O come, let us sing to the God of salvation! To Jesus our King who hath brought consolation, Who in His own body hath opened a fountain To cleanse our transgressions, tho’ high as a mountain! Hallelujah to the Lamb who hath bought us a pardon; We’ll praise Him again when we’ve passed over Jordan! Though we are deprav’d, though with sin we are burdened, Our souls may be saved, and our sins may be pardoned; For Jesus, our Saviour, hath promised to bless us, And free us for ever from those that oppress us. Hallelujah, &c. The hour may be nigh when our bosoms, faint heaving, Shall breathe their last sigh in the peace of believing; And Thou from our pillow all darkness dispelling, Wilt calm the rude billow of Jordan’s proud swelling. Hallelujah, &c. 85. How kind is the Saviour, how great is his love! To bless little children, he came from above; He left holy angels, and their bright abode, To dwell here with children, and teach them the road. He wept in the garden, and died on the tree, To open a fountain for sinners like me: His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows, And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows. He went back to glory; but left us His Word, Which oft from our teachers and pastors we’ve heard; He sends forth His Spirit our hearts to inflame, With joy to His service, and love to His name. O help us, blest Jesus, more sweetly to praise, And walk in Thy footsteps the rest of our days; Then raise us, dear Saviour, to taste of Thy love, And praise Thee for ever with angels above! 86. I sing the almighty power of God, That made the mountains rise; That spread the flowing seas abroad, And built the lofty skies.