4 Tho’ waves and storms go o’er my head, Tho’ strength, and health, and friends, be gone: Tho’ joys be withered all, and dead; Tho’ every comfort be withdrawn— Steadfast on this my soul relies: Father, thy mercy never dies. 401 L. M. What shall I render unto thee. Psalm 116:12. Redeemed from guilt, redeemed from fears, My soul enlarged, and dried my tears, What can I do, O Love Divine, What to repay such gifts as thine? 2 What can I do, so poor, so weak, But from thy hands new blessings seek, A heart to feel thy mercies more, A soul to know thee, and adore? 3 O teach me at thy feet to fall, And yield thee up myself, my all! Before thy saints my debts to own, And live and die to thee alone! 4 Thy Spirit, Lord, at large impart, Expand, and raise, and fill my heart! So may I hope my life shall be Some faint return, O Lord, to thee. 402 C. M. Not as the world giveth. John 14:27. How happy is the Christian’s state! His sins are all forgiven; A cheering ray confirms the grace, And lifts his hopes to heaven. 2 Though in the rugged path of life He heaves the pensive sigh; Yet, trusting in his God, he finds Delivering grace is nigh. 3 If, to prevent his wandering steps, He feels the chastening rod, The gentle stroke shall bring him back To his forgiving God. 4 And when the welcome message comes To call his soul away, His soul in raptures shall ascend To everlasting day. 403 C. M. I was blind, but now I see. John 9:25. Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound!) That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see. 3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come; ’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 3 The Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. 4 Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the vail A life of joy and peace. 404 C. M. Newness of life. Rom. 6:4. How happy every child of grace, Who knows his sins forgiven! This earth, he cries, is not my place— I seek my home in heaven. 2 A country far from mortal sight, Yet O, by faith I see The land of rest, the saint’s delight, The heaven prepared for me.