659 8s. The unsearchable riches of Christ. Eph. 3:8. How shall I my Saviour set forth? How shall I his beauties declare? O how shall I speak of his worth, Or what his chief dignities are? 2 His angels can never express, Nor saints who sit nearest his throne, How rich are his treasures of grace— No—this is a secret unknown. 3 In him all the fullness of God For ever transcendently shines! Though once like a mortal he stood To finish his gracious designs. 4 Though once he was nailed to the cross, Vile rebels like me to set free, His glory sustainéd no loss, Eternal his kingdom shall be. 5 O sinners! believe and adore This Saviour so rich to redeem! No creature can ever explore The treasures of goodness in him. 6 Come, all you who see yourselves lost, And feel yourselves burdened with sin, Draw near, while with terror you’re tossed, Obey, and your peace shall begin. 7 He riches has ever in store, And treasures that never can waste: Here’s pardon, here’s grace—yea, and more, Here’s glory eternal at last. 660 8s & 7s. O thou Fount of every blessing. O thou Fount of every blessing! Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. 2 Teach me ever to adore thee, May I still thy goodness prove, While the hope of endless glory Fills my heart with joy and love. 3 Here I’ll raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I’ve come, And I hope, by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. 4 Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from thy fold, O God! He to rescue me from danger, Interposed his precious blood. 5 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily I’m constrained to be! Let thy goodness, like a fetter, Bind me closer still to thee! 6 Never let me wander from thee, Never leave thee whom I love; By thy Word and Spirit guide me, Till I reach thy courts above. 661 8s & 7s. Brightness of the Father’s glory. Heb. 1:3. Brightness of the Father’s glory, Shall thy praise unuttered lie? Break, my tongue, such guilty silence; Sing the Lord, who came to die. 2 Did the angels sing thy coming? Did the shepherds learn their lays? Shame would cover me, ungrateful, Should my tongue refuse to praise. 3 From the highest throne in glory To the cross of deepest woe, All to ransom guilty captives! Flow, my praise, for ever flow. 4 Re-ascend, immortal Saviour; Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; Thence return, and reign for ever; Be the kingdom all thine own.