By A Collection of Hymns

      8-7s. Isaiah xii.
      1 HAPPY soul who sees the day,
      The glad day of gospel grace!
      Thee, my Lord (thou then wilt say)
      Thee will I for ever praise;
      Though thy wrath against me burned,
      Thou dost comfort me again;
      All thy wrath aside is turned,
      Thou hast blotted out my sin.

      2 Me, behold! thy mercy spares,
      Jesus my salvation is:
      Hence my doubts, away my fears!
      Jesus is become my peace:
      JAH, JEHOVAH, is my Lord,
      Ever merciful and just;
      I will lean upon his word,
      I will on his promise trust.

      3 Strong I am, for he is strong,
      Just in righteousness divine:
      He is my triumphal song;
      All he has, and is, is mine;
      Mine, and yours, whoe'er believe;
      On his name whoe'er shall call
      Freely shall his grace receive;
      He is full of grace for all.

      4 Therefore shall ye draw with joy
      Water from salvation's well;
      Praise shall your glad tongues employ,
      While his streaming grace ye feel:
      Each to each ye then shall say,
      "Sinners, call upon his name;
      O rejoice to see his day,
      See it, and his praise proclaim!"

      5 Glory to his name belongs,
      Great, and marvelous, and high;
      Sing unto the Lord your songs,
      Cry to every nation, cry!
      Wondrous things the Lord hath done,
      Excellent his name we find;
      This to all mankind is known;
      Be it known to all mankind!

      6 Zion, shout thy Lord and King,
      Israel's HOLY ONE is he!
      Give him thanks, rejoice, and sing;
      Great he is, and dwells in thee.
      O the grace unsearchable!
      While eternal ages roll,
      God delights in man to dwell,
      Soul of each believing soul.