By A Collection of Hymns

      6-8s. 2nd. metre
      1 O GOD of my salvation, hear,
      And help a sinner to draw near
      With boldness to the throne of grace:
      Help me thy benefits to sing,
      And smile to see me feebly bring
      My humble sacrifice of praise.

      2 I cannot praise thee as I would;
      But thou art merciful and good,
      I know thou never wilt despise
      The day of small and feeble things,
      But bear me, till on eagles' wings
      To all the heights of love I rise.

      3 I thank thee for that gracious taste,
      (Which pride would not permit to last)
      That touch of love, that pledge of heaven
      Surely on me my Father smiled,
      And once I knew him reconciled,
      And once I felt my sins forgiven.

      4 My Lord and God I then could see,
      My Saviour, who hath died for me,
      To bring the rebel near to God;
      Thou didst, thou didst, thy peace impart;
      Pardon was written on my heart,
      In largest characters of blood.

      5 Vilest of all the sons of men,
      When I to folly turned again,
      And sinned against thy light and love,
      Grace did much more than sin abound;
      Amazed, I still forgiveness found,
      And thanked my Advocate above.

      6 Saviour, for this I thank thee now;
      My Saviour to the utmost, thou
      Hast snatched me from the gates of hell;
      That I to all mankind may prove
      Thy free, thine everlasting love,
      Which all mankind with me may feel.

      7 The boundless love that found out me
      For every soul of man is free,
      None of thy mercy need despair;
      Patient, and pitiful, and kind,
      Thee every soul of man may find,
      And, freely saved, thy grace declare.

      8 A vile, backsliding sinner, I
      Ten thousand deaths deserve to die,
      Yet still by sovereign grace I live!
      Saviour, to thee I still look up;
      I see all open door of hope,
      And wait thy fulness to receive.

      9 How shall I thank thee for the grace,
      The trust I have to see thy face,
      When sin shall all be purged away!
      The night of doubts and fears is past;
      The morning star appears at last,
      And I shall see the perfect day.