5. ’Tis through the purchase of His death Who hung upon the tree The Spirit is sent down to breathe On such dry bones as we. 6. Raised from the dead, we live anew; And justified by grace, We shall appear in glory too And see our Father’s face. Isaac Watts, 1709. 308 C. M. All that I was, my sin, my guilt, My death, was all my own; All that I am, I owe to Thee, My gracious God, alone. 2. The evil of my former state Was mine, and only mine; The good in which I now rejoice Is Thine, and only Thine. 3. The darkness of my former state, The bondage, all was mine; The light of life in which I walk, The liberty, is Thine. 4. Thy grace first made me feel my sin, It taught me to believe; Then, in believing, peace I found, And now I live, I live! 5. All that I am, e’en here on earth, All that I hope to be When Jesus comes and glory dawns, I owe it, Lord, to Thee. H. Bonar, 1853. 309 L. M. Blest is the man, forever blest, Whose guilt is pardoned by his God, Whose sins with sorrow are confessed And covered with his Savior’s blood. 2. Blest is the man to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities; He pleads no merit of reward And not on works, but grace relies. 3. From guile his heart and lips are free, His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree And join to prove his faith sincere. 4. How glorious is that righteousness That hides and cancels all his sins, While a bright evidence of grace Through his whole life appears and shines! Isaac Watts, 1719. 310 8, 7, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7 Dear Christians, one and all rejoice, With exultation springing And with united heart and voice And holy rapture singing. Tell how our God beheld our need And sing His sweet and wondrous deed; Right dearly it hath cost Him. 2. Fast bound in Satan’s chains I lay, Death brooded darkly o’er me, My sin oppressed me night and day, Therein my mother bore me; And ever deeper yet I fell, Life had become a living hell, So firmly sin possessed me. 3. My good works could avail me naught, For they with sin were stainèd; Free will against God’s judgment fought And dead to good remainèd; Grief drove me to despair, and I Had nothing left me but to die, To hell I fast was sinking.