4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace, When in thy name we trust, Our faith receives a righteousness That makes the sinner just. Hymn 1:95. Regeneration, John 1. 13. and 3. 3 &c. 1 Not all the outward forms on earth, Nor rites that God has given, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heaven. 2 The sovereign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace; Born in the image of his Son, A new peculiar race. 3 The Spirit like some heavenly wind Blows on the sons of flesh, New models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. 4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise From the long sleep of death; On heavenly things we fix our eyes, And praise employs our breath. Hymn 1:96. Election excludes boasting, 1 Cor. 1. 26-31. 1 But few among the carnal wise, But few of noble race, Obtain the favour of thine eyes, Almighty King of Grace. 2 He takes the men of meanest name For sons and heirs of God; And thus he pours abundant shame On honourable blood. 3 He calls the fool, and makes him know The mysteries of his grace, To bring aspiring wisdom low, And all its pride abase. 4 Nature has all its glories lost When brought before his throne; No flesh shall in his presence boast But in the Lord alone. Hymn 1:97. Christ our wisdom, righteousness, &c. 1 Cor. 1. 30. 1 Bury'd in shadows of the night We lie till Christ restores the light: Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind. 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears Till his atoning blood appears, Then we awake from deep distress, And sing, "The Lord our Righteousness." 3 Our very frame is mix'd with sin, His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse and pardon too. 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the prisoners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, power, and righteousness; Thou art our mighty All, and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. Hymn 1:98. The same. 1 How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light, Over our souls arise! 2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven But, in his righteousness array'd, We see our sins forgiven. 3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace. 4 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain. 5 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood. Hymn 1:99. Stones made children of Abraham; or, Grace not conveyed by religious parents, Matt. 3. 9. 1 Vain are the hopes that rebels place Upon their birth and blood, Descended from a pious race; (Their fathers now with God.) 2 He from the caves of earth and hell Can take the hardest stones, And fill the house of Abra'm well With new-created sons.