If ever I am sav'd, I'm sure
It must be all of grace.

19 But 'tis for sinners Jesus died;
Then I put in my plea,

For I have not one mite to pay,
What I have must be free.

20 For I am poor and helpless still,
No pow'r to will or do;

I

go to Christ, the sinners' friend,
I've no where else to go.

21 Nor do I wish another way,

None suits my case so well;

For were it not entirely free

My portion must be hell.

I things are possible to those that believe. Mark ix. 23. 10 Could I but always believe,

How happy my days would go round;
But O, through my sad unbelief,
How often my hope runs a-ground.

2 O could I but always believe,

That Jesus to me was the same: Ah! sometimes I do believe this,

And yet I can't trust in his name. 3 How strange is the conflict I feel

Between the old man and the new;

How often I fret and repine

When Jesus is out of my view.

4 O could I but always believe,

Then sure this would not be the case;

But, Lord, thou hast made me believe
That I must be saved by grace.

5 O could I but always believe

My name stood recorded on high;

But sometimes I fear and I doubt,
And think after all I must die.

6 O could I but always believe

That all will turn out for the best,
That for me, a wretch as I am,

Remaineth an eternal rest.

70 could I but always believe

That Jesus, who bore all my sorrow, That he who has kept me to-day

Will guide and protect me to-morrow. 8 O could I but always believe

That mine is an infinite store;
But what a poor beggar am I,

So peevish, so fretful, and poor.

9 O ́could I but always believe,

When troubles my soul overwhelm,
That I shall arrive safe to port,

Since Jesus, my Friend, holds the helm.

10 All this I believe, and much more, All this is enroll'd in my creed, Each trouble and sorrow I feel,

I have them because it's decreed.

11 O could I but always believe

That though my beginning is small,
That joy in the end shall increase,
Since Christ is my All and in all.
12 O help me, dear Lord, to believe;
O conquer my base unbelief;
I hang on thy mercy, dear Lord,

Who once sav'd a poor dying thief. 13 By law I am damn'd and undone,

And have no more claim than he had; But, Lord, I'm inform'd in thy word, I can't come to Jesus too bad. 14 O help me, dear Lord, to believe, And credit Emmanuel's plan, Which was to redeem the poor soul

That Moses frowns on and condemn.

15 This, Lord, I can sometimes believe,
And boast that salvation is free;
Yes, Lord, I can sometimes believe
That Christ paid the ransom for me.
16 If Jesus but grant me a smile,

Then I can believe very well;
But when I am left to myself

I then am assaulted by hell. 17 O could I but always believe

That I am already a winner,
And glory in sovereign grace,

In saving a perishing sinner.

18 Salvation to God and the Lamb!

I'll praise him while I have a breath;
I'd praise him as long as I live,

I'll praise him in life and in death.

19 For saving a sinner so vile,

So base and so wretched as me,

Who must have sunk down into hell,
Had not his salvation been free.

20 Shall I be afraid to declare

What God in his mercy has done,

In saving my soul from the pit,
A traitor, a rebel,-

-a son!

21 A son by adoption and grace,

My calling proves this to be true;
My God, who has brought me thus far,
Engages to bring me safe through.

Say ye to the righteous, it shall be well with him.
Isaiah iii. 10.

1 'TIS well with the righteous,
The prophet says so;

"Tis well with the righteous,
Wherever they go:

'Tis. well with the righteous,
Beloved of God,

And all that befalls them

Shall work for their good.

2 'Tis well with the righteous :
But what makes it so?

Some say 'tis man's good works:
I humbly say, No.

'Tis Jehovah's chosen,
Eternally lov'd,

They stand on a Rock

That cannot be mov'd.

3 'Tis well with the righteous, It ever was well,

For God had declar'd it,

To save them from hell.

Beloved and chosen,

God singled them out; 'Tis well with the righteous,

When bow'd down with doubt.

4 'Tis well with the righteous,
They arc God's elected;
'Tis well with the righteous,
Though often dejected:
Though sometimes distressed,
And often cast down,

They are joint heirs with Christ,
To a kingdom and crown.

5 'Tis well with the righteous,
Their foes are defeated;

For them Jesus died,

And salvation completed.

"Tis well with the righteous;
They only repent

Whose hearts often feel

Like the hard adamant.

6 'Tis well with the righteous, Though often in tears; With a heart overwhelm'd

And harass'd with fears;
'Tis well when they sing,

And 'tis well when they mourn,
Because they were chosen
Before they were born.

7 'Tis well with the righteous,
Whatever attends them;
"Tis well with the righteous,

For who shall condemn them!
In Christ they are righteous;
Who dare bring a charge?

The blood of atonement

Has sign'd their discharge.

8 'Tis well with the righteous, God views them as such;

They go to their Father,

And can't ask too much:

God counts them his righteous,
For whom Jesus died;

United to Jesus,

They are all justified.

9 'Tis well with the righteous,

Whatever men say;

In Christ they are righteous,
And no other way:

God chose them in Christ,
In the counsels of old;
Christ bought them with blood,
Not with silver or gold.

10 'Tis well with the righteous,
Whoever oppose them;

For God in our Surety
Eternally chose them: