As my enormous debt is paid,
My soul, why should I be afraid?
Redemption's work is done.

5 That blessed work was done for me;
Christ took the debt, and set me free; !
Why should I wear a chain?

I'm authoriz'd to seek his face, {
Since God has call'd me by his
And I am born again.

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6 Then, though old nature's still the same,
Sinful, base, and vile, and vain,
Bless God, 'tis my opinion,

That though sin plague, it can't destroy;
It often interrupts my joy,

But cannot have dominion.

Nay but, Oman, who art thou that repliest against God?
Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why
hast thou made me thus ? Romans ix. 20.
1 WHO dare dispute Jehovah's right,
To do with creatures as he please?
Where is the wretch who dare attempt
To turn or alter God's decrees?
2 Behold the haughty creature, man,

Who thinks he is and must be right,
Although he scorns Jehovah's plan,
In turning darkness into light..
3 No man could ever fathom man,

Nor know the depth of human nature;

No man would ever turn to God,

"Till turn'd by God the great Creator.

4 Lord, turn me, is the cry of all,

Whom God has turn'd, and none but they:

The men whose sins are blotted out,

You'll hear those men for pardon pray.

5 The man that has got eyes to see,
Will often of his blindness mourn;
The man that has a heart to feel,

Will of his hardness often groan.
6 The man that can both praise and pray,
Will often mourn his wretched fall;
And often, when he's said the most,

He thinks he has not pray'd at all. 7 At other times he thinks all well,

Because he feels a soft'ning frame;
The man of God cannot rest here,

He'll trust alone in Jesus' name. 8 'Tis grace that brings the proud heart down; Let man once see the state he's in,

That man will not be proud of self,

Who feels the plague of sin within, 9 Who dare reply to God, and say,

He should do this, or should do that?
Poor puny creatures of a day,

The wisest blinder than a bat.
10 None ever learn'd the way to God,
By going to our learned schools;
How many letter'd men we have,

And many of them learned fools.

11 There's none are wise, 'till taught of God, To know the ruin'd state of man, To know salvation all of grace,

And glory in Jehovah's plan.
12 Methinks some haughty man will say,
Salvation is not all of grace';

That man was never taught of God,
I'd tell that man so to his face.

13 Ah! where's the man, with front of brass, Will say, Jehovah ís unjust?

That God, who is the christian's hope,
Can crush a thousand worlds to dust.

14 Then let the potsherds of the earth,
Who dare oppose Jehovah's reign,
Jehovah will do as he please,

But none shall seek his face in vain.
15 Rejoice, ye sinking souls, rejoice,
With thee it ever shall be well;
Thou shalt rejoice in Christ thy Friend,
When scorners die and drop to hell.

And it shall come to pass, when I bring a Cloud over the
Earth, that the Bow shall be seen in the Cloud.
Genesis ix. 14.

1 IF but one sinner could be found,

That ever sought the Lord in vain,
Ah! then I must give up my hope,
That heav'n I ever should obtain.

2 Because I feel so vile, so base,

So dark, so dead, so barren, still,
Sometimes I hardly move to God,

Sometimes I seem to have no will.
3 But look on yonder skies, my soul,

See what the Lord has placed there;
Look there, my soul, adore, and look;
That bow forbids me to despair.
4 Look up, my soul; O blessed pledge!
Ah! sure it was the Lord's design,
That all his sons might look, and say,
This God, the loving God is mine.
5 The Lord will no more drown the world,
Jehovah by himself hath swore ;
No, neither will he chide his sons,

Because he will be wrath no more.
6 No more can God be wrath with man,

Whose sins by blood were blotted out;
That blessed bow declares to man

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What God in love has brought about.

7 Ah! look, my soul, to Calv'ry's cross,
There see th' incarnate Deity;

For sinners had been doom'd to hell,·
But for the God-Man on the tree. »
8 O look and wonder, look and live;
No more the overflowing flood:
Look to the bow, then to the cross,
There see the pity of a God.

9 But when the Son of Man shall come, With thousand thousands in his train,' How will redeemed souls rejoice,

To see the Lamb who once was slain. 10 The King of kings, the Lord of lords,

Ah! who can bear his wrathful ire?
He comes to take his ransom'd home,

And burn this lumber world with fire. 11 So when the watery deluge came,

God had his ark to save his few;
And you, poor souls, who trust in Christ,
Christ is the Ark ordain'd for you.'
12 And will my soul be present there?

And shall I see my Saviour's face,
When thousands sink in black despair?

O how I'll shout in songs of grace.
13 Where will the sinner hide his head,
At that great awful blazing day?
When God will own his chosen sheep,
All others will be cast away.

14 I know, when God the Judge shall come, He will not let poor sinners die,

He will not cast away a son,

Who can but Abba, Father, cry. 15 All those belov'd and chose of God,

Shall feel the plague of sin within;
They all shall reach the heav'nly ark,
And God himself will shut them in.
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16 Lord, when I reach that happy place,
Amongst the people of thy choice,
Then I shall fret and sin no more,
But shall for evermore rejoice.

Soliloquy.

1 WHY should I doubt the love of God, To such a poor vile wretch as me?

God's love is infinitely great,

And 'tis as infinitely free.

2 Why should I cherish doubts and fears? God's promises are on my

side:

What greater proof of love can be?

That I might live, the Saviour died. 3 Why should I nurse a thousand fears, Since God himself has bid me not? Why go I mourning like a slave,

A thousand mercies quite forgot?

4 Why should I listen to that foe?

Thou know'st, dear Lord, 'tis my desire, To trust in thee, and thee alone,

And prove old Satan is a liar.

5 Why should I fear when clouds arise,

As though the sun would shine no more ?
When I have found a thousand times
It has been quite as dark before.

6 Why can't I trust my all with Him,
Who, night and day, is just the same,
Whose love is constant as the sun?
The God of Mercy is his name.

7 Why should I think my Father frowns,
Because he overturns my schemes?

I know he is a God of love,

Although he sometimes angry seems.

8 Why should I think, because 'tis dark, It never will be light again?