No works to rest upon have I, No boast of moral dignity; If e'er I lisp a song of praise, Grace is the note my soul shall raise. 'Twas grace that quickened me when dead; 'Twas grace my soul to Jesus led, Grace brings me pardon for my sin, And grace subdues my lusts within. 'Tis grace that sweetens every cross, 'Tis grace supports in every loss; In Jesus' grace my soul is strong, Grace is my hope, and Christ my song. Thus, 'tis alone of grace I boast, And 'tis alone in grace I trust: For all that's past, grace is my theme, For what's to come 'tis still the same. And when I come to Jordan's shore, I'll raise one Ebenezer more; Th' ark of the covenant in my view, I'll sing of grace the Jordan through. _______________ "Is this the kind return, Are these the thanks we owe-- Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow? "To what a stubborn frame Has sin reduced our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! "Turn, turn us, mighty God! And mould our souls afresh; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh. "Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall, Let hourly thanks arise." _______________ "O the sweet wonders of that cross, Where Christ my Saviour loved and died; Her noblest life my spirit draws, From his dear wounds and bleeding side. "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." _______________ "Jesus, the vision of thy face Hath overpowering charms; Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arms." _______________ "O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul." "When in death's gloomy vale I tread, With joy e'en there I'll lift my head; From fear and dread he'll keep me free, His rod and staff shall comfort me." _______________