By A Collection of Hymns

      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!