8 Infinite grace our souls adore, Whose wondrous hand has made This living branch of sovereign power To raise and heal the dead. Hymn 3:9. The Spirit, the water, and the blood, John 5. 6. 1 [Let all our tongues be one To praise our God on high, Who from his bosom sent his Son To fetch us strangers nigh. 2 Nor let our voices cease To sing the Saviour's Name; Jesus th' ambassador of peace, How cheerfully he came! 3 It cost him cries and tears To bring us near to God; Great was our debt, and he appears To make the payment good.] 4 [My Saviour's pierced side, Pour'd out a double flood; By water we are purify'd And pardon'd by the blood. 5 Infinite was our guilt, But he our Priest atones; On the cold ground his life was spilt, And offer'd with his groans.] 6 Look up, my soul, to him Whose death was thy desert, And humbly view the living stream Flow from his breaking heart. 7 There on the cursed tree In dying pangs he lies, Fulfils his Father's great decree, And all our wants supplies. 8 Thus the Redeemer came By water and by blood; And when the Spirit speaks the same We feel his witness good. 9 While the eternal Three Bear their record above, Here I believe he dy'd for me, And seal my Saviour's love. 10 [Lord, cleanse my soul from sin, Nor let thy grace depart; Great Comforter, abide within, And witness to my heart.] Hymn 3:10. Christ crucified; the wisdom and power of God. 1 Nature with open volume stands To spread her Maker's praise abroad; And every labour of his hands Shews something worthy of a God. 2 But in the grace that rescu'd man His brightest form of glory shines; Here on the cross 'tis fairest drawn In precious blood and crimson lines. 3 [Here his whole name appears complete; Nor wit can guess, nor reason prove Which of the letters best is writ, The power, the wisdom, or the love.] 4 Here I behold his inmost heart Where grace and vengeance strangely join, Piercing his Son with sharpest smart To make the purchas'd pleasure mine. 5 O the sweet wonders of that cross Where God the Saviour lov'd and dy'd! Her noblest life my spirit draws From his dear wounds and bleeding side. 6 I would for ever speak his Name In sounds to mortal ears unknown, With angels join to praise the Lamb, And worship at his Father's throne. Hymn 3:11. Pardon brought in our senses. 1 Lord, how divine thy comforts are! How heavenly is the place Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast Of his redeeming grace! 2 There the rich bounties of our God, And sweetest glories shine; There Jesus says, that "I am his, "And my Beloved's mine." 3 "Here," (says the kind redeeming Lord, And shews his wounded side) "See here the spring of all your joys, "That open'd when I dy'd." 4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful heart And tells of all his pain, "All this," says he, "I bore for thee;" And then he smiles again.] 5 What shall we pay our heavenly King For grace so vast as this? He brings our pardon to our eyes, And seals it with a kiss.