The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance.
OH matchless Grace; Oh Love beyond degree,
Now I am certain there is none like thee,
In Heaven or Earth; I will Praise thee therefore,
For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore,
Transported by thy Love, with Joy I cry,
My ravished Spirit must exalt the High
And Mighty God, by whose unbounded grace,
My heart's enlarged to run the blessed race.
Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs,
From thence I'll rise up as with Eagles Wings
Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire,
Where thy Transcendent Glory I'll admire;
⟨p. 120⟩And in those happy Seats of Bliss above
I'll be embraced in thy Arms of Love.
I'll hold thee fast, and never let thee go,
For by thy loss, Oh what a depth of woe
Did I fall into? What a dreadful case
Was I in, when thou Lord didst hide thy face?
If I have thee, I nothing else need trave,
Without thee (if all else) I nothing have;
Nothing without thee is of worth to me,
All things are vanity, compared to thee.
To be thy Portion, Lord, thou didst me choose,
And sure so great a grace I'll never refuse,
Thou art my Saviour, and my Heritage,
My Sanctuary too, from Age to Age;
I therefore evermore will dwell with thee,
And thou alone my hiding place shalt be.
When I was fallen, thou raisedst me on High
For which thy blessed name I'll magnify,
Thou didst in mercy look on my distress,
When I, Lord, was in woeful heaviness,
Beset with cruel Foes, and could not s••
The many dangers that encompassed me;
Thou didst observe my ruin very near,
And thou didst suddenly for me appear,
Didst send thy Servant speedily away
To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey;
Thou, like a tender Father, couldst not see
Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty;
Thy special favours may I never forget,
Let them with Power on my heart be set.
Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land,
For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand,
To save and help them in that dreadful hour,
When all their hope was lost, and all their power?
Though thy own Children too unworthy were,
This did not hinder thy Parental care;
How earthly, unbelieving, Ah! how vain?
How did their Lives their Holy Calling stain?
⟨p. 121⟩Cold, Carnal, Senseless, dead; They seemed to be
A People laden with iniquity.
The Churches Song of Praise and Thanksgiving to God for her late Gracious deliverance.
OH matchless Grace; Oh Love beyond degree,
Now I am certain there is none like thee,
In Heav'n or Earth; I will Praise thee therefore,
For thou a Salve hast now found for my sore,
Transported by thy Love, with Joy I cry,
My ravisht Spirit must exalt the High
And Mighty God, by whose unbounded grace,
My heart's enlarg'd to run the blessed race.
Thou shalt conduct me to the Living Springs,
From thence I'le rise up as with Eagles Wings
Unto that heavenly Mount of Faiths desire,
Where thy Transcendent Glory I'll admire;
⟨p. 120⟩And in those happy Seats of Bliss above
I'l be imbraced in thy Arms of Love.
I'l hold thee fast, and never let thee go,
For by thy loss, Oh what a depth of woe
Did I fall into? What a dreadful case
Was I in, when thou Lord didst hide thy face?
If I have thee, I nothing else need trave,
Without thee (if all else) I nothing have;
Nothing without thee is of worth to me,
All things are vanity, compar'd to thee.
To be thy Portion, Lord, thou didst me chuse,
And sure so great a grace I'll ne're refuse,
Thou art my Saviour, and my Heritage,
My Sanctuary too, from Age to Age;
I therefore evermore will dwell with thee,
And thou alone my hiding place shalt be.
When I was fal'n, thou raisedst me on High
For which thy blessed name I'll magnify,
Thou didst in mercy look on my distress,
When I, Lord, was in woful heaviness,
Beset with cruel Foes, and could not s••
The many dangers that incompast me;
Thou didst observe my ruin very near,
And thou didst suddenly for me appear,
Didst send thy Servant speedily away
To save me from the ravenous Beasts of Prey;
Thou, like a tender Father, couldst not see
Thy Children fail by Romish Cruelty;
Thy special favours may I ne're forget,
Let them with Power on my heart be set.
Ah! how unworthy was this sinful Land,
For whom thou didst stretch forth thy mighty hand,
To save and help them in that dreadful hour,
When all their hope was lost, and all their power?
Though thy own Children too unworthy were,
This did not hinder thy Parental care;
How earthly, unbelieving, Ah! how vain?
How did their Lives their Holy Calling stain?
⟨p. 121⟩Cold, Carnal, Senseless, dead; They seem'd to be
A People laden with iniquity.
