1 God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal councils known;
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
2 Here sinners of an humble frame
May taste his grace, and learn his name;
"Tis writ in characters of blood,
Severely just, immensely good.
3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways,
His soul-attracting charms displays
Recounts his poverty and pains,
And tells his love in melting strains.
4 Wisdom its dictates here imparts,
To form our minds, to cheer our hearts;
Its influence makes the sinner live,
It bids the drooping saints revive
5 Our raging passion it controls,
And comfort yields to contrite souls'
It brings a better world in view,
And guides us all our journey through.
6 May this blest volume ever lie
Close to my heart, and near my eye,
'Till life's last hour my soul engage,
And be my chosen heritage!
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799