"I call that legacy mine own, Which Jesus did bequeath; 'Twas purchased with a dying groan, And ratified in death. "Sweet is the memory of His name, Who blessed us in his will: And to his testament of love Made his own life the seal. "To him that washed me in his blood, Be everlasting praise; Salvation, honor, glory, power, Eternal as his days." _______________ "Blest be the Father, and his love, To which celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above, And rills of comfort here below. "Glory to the great Son of God; From his dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls. "We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe Mak'st living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. "Thus God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, we adore; The sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore." _______________ "Let me but hear my Saviour say, Strength shall be equal to thy day; Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficient grace. "I glory in infirmity, That Christ's own power may rest on me: When I am weak, then am I strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song. "I can do all things, or can bear All sufferings, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While his strong hand my head sustains. "Faith has an overcoming power, It triumphs in the dying hour; Christ is our life, our joy, our hope, Nor can we sink with such a prop." _______________ "Jesus, I love thy charming name, 'Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud That heaven and earth should hear. "Yes, thou art precious to my soul, My transport and my trust; My Saviour, Shepherd, Husband, Friend, No other good I boast. "All my capacious powers can wish, In thee doth richly meet; Not to mine eye is light so dear, Nor friendship half so sweet. "Thy grace still dwells upon my heart, And sheds its fragrance there: The noblest balm of all my wounds, The cordial of my care. "I'll speak the honors of thy name With my last faltering breath; Then speechless clasp thee in my arms, The antidote of death."