2 Our father ate forbidden fruit, and from his glory fell; And we, his children, thus were brought to death, and near to hell. 3 Blest be the Lord that sent his Son to take our flesh and blood; He for our lives gave up his own, to make our peace with God. 4 He honour’d all his Father’s laws, which we have disobey’d; He bore our sins upon the cross, and our full ransom paid. 5 Behold him rising from the grave; behold him raised on high; He pleads his merits there to save transgressors doom’d to die. 6 There on a glorious throne he reigns and by his power divine, Redeems us from the slavish chains of Satan and of sin. 7 Then shall the Lord to judgment come, and with a sovereign voice Shall call and break up every tomb, while waking saints rejoice. 8 O may I then with joy appear before the Judge’s face; And with the blessed assembly there, sing his redeeming grace! IV.--_Spiritual and Temporal Mercies._ 1 Whene’er I take my walks abroad, how many poor I see! What shall I render to my God for all his gifts to me! 2 Not more than others I deserve, yet God has given me more; For I have food, while others starve, or beg from door to door. 3 How many children in the street half naked I behold! While I am clothed from head to feet, and covered from the cold! 4 While some poor wretches scarce can tell where they may lay their head, I have a house wherein to dwell, and rest upon my bed. 5 While others early learn to swear, and curse, and lie, and steal, Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, and do thy holy will. 6 Are these thy favours day by day, to me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they and try to serve thee best. V.--_Praise for Birth and Education in a Christian Land._ 1 Great God! to thee my voice I raise, to thee my youngest hours belong; I would begin my hours with praise, till growing years improve the song. 2 ’Tis to thy sov’reign grace I owe that I was born on British ground, Where streams of heavenly mercy flow, and words of sweet salvation sound. 3 I would not change my native land for rich Peru, with all her gold: A nobler prize lies in my hand than East, or Western Indies hold. 4 How do I pity those that dwell where ignorance and darkness reign; They know no heaven they fear no hell, the endless joy, the endless pain!