By A Collection of Hymns

      5 5 9, 5 5 9.
      1 AWAY with our fears!
      The glad morning appears
      When an heir of salvation was born!
      From Jehovah I came,
      For his glory I am,
      And to him I with singing return.

      2 Thee, Jesus, alone,
      The fountain I own
      Of my life and felicity here;
      And cheerfully sing
      My Redeemer and King,
      Till his sign in the heavens appear.

      3 With thanks I rejoice
      In thy fatherly choice
      Of my state and condition below;
      If of parents I came
      Who honoured thy name,
      'Twas thy wisdom appointed it so.

      4 I sing of thy grace,
      From my earliest days
      Ever near to allure and defend;
      Hitherto thou hast been
      My preserver from sin,
      And I trust thou wilt save to the end.

      5 O the infinite cares,
      And temptations, and snares,
      Thy hand hath conducted me through!
      O the blessings bestowed
      By a bountiful God,
      And the mercies eternally new!

      6 What a mercy is this,
      What a heaven of bliss,
      How unspeakably happy am I!
      Gathered into the fold,
      With thy people enrolled,
      With thy people to live and to die!

      7 O the goodness of God,
      Employing a clod
      His tribute of glory to raise!
      His standard to bear,
      And with triumph declare
      His unspeakable riches of grace.

      8 O the fathomless love,
      That has deigned to approve
      And prosper the work of my hands!
      With my pastoral crook
      I went over the brook,
      And, behold, I am spread into bands!

      9 Who, I ask in amaze,
      Hath begotten me these?
      And inquire from what quarter they came?
      My full heart it replies,
      They are born from the skies,
      And gives glory to God and the Lamb.

      10 All honour and praise
      To the Father of grace,
      To the Spirit, and Son, I return!
      The business pursue
      He hath made me to do,
      And rejoice that I ever was born.

      11 In a rapture of joy
      My life I employ,
      The God of my life to proclaim;
      'Tis worth living for this,
      To administer bliss
      And salvation in Jesus's name.

      12 My remnant of days
      I spend in his praise,
      Who died the whole world to redeem:
      Be they many or few,
      My days are his due,
      And they all are devoted to him.