Oh, for a wide expanding flight, And rise, where thron'd in heav'nly light, HYMN CIV. Grace. Of faith that it might be by grace. Rom. iv. 16. That ever reach'd our ears, When conscience charg'd, and justice frown'd, 'Twas grace remov'd our fears. Grace is a theme indeed, A hope-inspiring theme; "Tis all we can desire or need, 'Tis more than fancy's dream. "Tis freedom to the slave, 'Tis light and liberty; It takes its terror from the grave; Grace is a mine of wealth, Grace is the sov'reign spring of health, Of grace then let us sing, A joyful, wondrous theme; Its promises rejoice our hearts, HYMN CIII. The Believer's desire to depart. Phil. i. 21. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, How sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. "Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, It is that hope with ardour glows Whose dying love not language knows It is that heaven-taught faith surveys And longs with eagle's plumes to raise, Oh, for a wide expanding flight, And rise, where thron'd in heav'nly light, My Saviour I shall see. HYMN CIV. Grace. of faith that it might be by grace. Rom. iv. 16. GRACE is the sweetest sound That ever reach'd our ears, When conscience charg'd, and justice frown'd, 'Twas grace remov'd our fears. Grace is a theme indeed, A hope-inspiring theme; "Tis all we can desire or need, "Tis more than fancy's dream. "Tis freedom to the slave, 'Tis light and liberty; It takes its terror from the grave; "Tis joy and victory. Grace is a mine of wealth, Laid open to the poor; Grace is the sov'reign spring of health, "Tis life for evermore. Of grace then let us sing, Its promises rejoice our hearts, HYMN CIII. The Believer's desire to depart. Phil. i. 21. WHEN musing sorrow weeps the past, And mourns the present pain, How sweet to think of peace at last, And feel that death is gain. 'Tis not that murmuring thoughts arise, It is that hope with ardour glows Whose dying love not language knows It is that heaven-taught faith surveys And longs with eagle's plumes to raise, Oh, for a wide expanding flight, And rise, where thron'd in heav'nly light, My Saviour I shall see. HYMN CIV. Grace. of faith that it might be by grace. Rom. iv. 16. GRACE is the sweetest sound That ever reach'd our ears, When conscience charg'd, and justice frown'd, 'Twas grace remov'd our fears. Grace is a theme indeed, A hope-inspiring theme; "Tis all we can desire or need, 'Tis more than fancy's dream. "Tis freedom to the slave, 'Tis light and liberty; It takes its terror from the grave; "Tis joy and victory. Grace is a mine of wealth, Laid open to the poor; Grace is the sov❜reign spring of health, "Tis life for evermore. Of grace then let us sing, A joyful, wondrous theme; |