5 I’ll speak the honors of thy name With my last laboring breath; And, dying, triumph in thy cross— The antidote of death. 252 C. M. I looked—and there was none to help. Isaiah 63:5. Plunged in a gulf of dark despair, We wretchéd sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimmering day. 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; He saw, and—O! amazing love! He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O! for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break; And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour’s praises speak. 5 Angels! assist our mighty joys; Strike all your harps of gold; But, when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne’er be told. 253 C. M. A fountain for sin. Zech. 13:1. There is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel’s veins; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Loose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day; And there have I, as vile as he, Washed all my sins away. 3 O Lamb of God, thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 E’er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 And when this lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave, Then, in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing thy power to save. 254 C. M. He shall save his people from their sins. Matt. 1:21. Salvation! O the joyful sound; ’Tis pleasure to our ears; A sovereign balm for every wound, A cordial for our fears. 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, At hell’s dark door we lay; But we arise by grace divine, To see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 255 C. M. The Reign of Christ. Let earth, with every isle and sea, Rejoice; the Saviour reigns: His word, like fire, prepares his way, And mountains melt to plains. 2 His presence sinks the proudest hills And makes the valleys rise; The humble soul enjoys his smiles, The haughty sinner dies. 3 Adoring angels, at his birth, Made our Redeemer known; Thus shall he come to judge the earth, And angels guard his throne.