L.M. Psalm lxxix. 11. 1 O THOU that hangedst on the tree, Our curse and sufferings to remove, Pity the souls that look to thee, And save us by thy dying love.
2 We have no outward righteousness, No merits or good works, to plead; We only can be saved by grace: Thy grace will here be free indeed.
3 Save us by grace, through faith alone, A faith thou must thyself impart; A faith that would by works be shown, A faith that purifies the heart.
4 A faith that doth the mountains move, A faith that shows our sins forgiven, A faith that sweetly works by love, And ascertains our claim to heaven.
5 This is the faith we humbly seek, The faith in thine all-cleansing blood, That blood which doth for sinners speak; O let it speak us up to God! ==L.M. SECOND PART
6 CANST thou reject our dying prayer, Or cast us out who come to thee? Our sins, ah! wherefore didst thou bear? Jesus, remember Calvary!
7 Numbered with the transgressors thou, Between the felons crucified, Speak to our hearts, and tell us now, Wherefore hast thou for sinners died?
8 For us wast thou not lifted up? For us a bleeding victim made? That we, the abjects we, might hope, Thou hast for all a ransom paid.
9 O might we with believing eyes, Thee in thy bloody vesture see, And cast us on thy sacrifice! Jesus, my Lord, remember me!
