"No condemnation!"–precious word!
Consider it, my soul!
Thy sins were all on Jesus laid;
His stripes have made thee whole.

In heaven the blood for ever speaks
In God’s omniscient ear;
The saints, as jewels on His heart,
Jesus doth ever bear.

"No condemnation!"–O my soul,
‘Tis God that speaks the word,
Perfect in comeliness art thou
In Christ, the risen Lord.

Teach me, O God, to fix mine eyes
On Christ, the spotless Lamb,
So shall I love Thy precious will,
And glorify His name.

Hark, the glad sound! the Savior comes!
The Savior promised long:
Take up the word, ye saved saints,
Renew the gladsome song.

He comes! creation to release,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The tyrant’s thralldom to destroy,
And make th’ usurper yield.

He comes! the mighty foe to bind,
The groaning earth to free,
While (chief of all His goodness gives)
Himself its Lord shall be.

Hosannas glad, Thou Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And all creation shall rejoice
In Thy beloved name.

When all Thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I’m lost
In wonder, love, and praise.

Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart
To taste those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life
The goodness I’ll pursue;
The desert past, in glory bright,
The precious theme renew.

Through all eternity to Thee
A joyful song I’ll raise;
But, oh! eternity’s too short
To utter all Thy praise.

O blessed Lord, what hast Thou done?
How vast a ransom given?
Thyself of God th’ eternal Son;
The Lord of earth and heaven.

The Father in His gracious love,
Did spare Thee from His side;
And Thou didst stoop to bear above,
At such a cost, Thy bride.

Lord, while our souls in faith repose
Upon Thy precious blood,
Peace like an even river flows,
And mercy, like a flood.

But boundless joy shall fill our hearts,
When gazing on Thy face,
We fully see what faith imparts,
And glory crowns Thy grace.

Unseen, we love Thee; dear Thy name;
But when our eyes behold,
With joyful wonder we’ll exclaim,
"The half has not been told!"

For Thou exceedest all the fame
Our ears have ever heard;
How happy we who know Thy name,
And trust Thy faithful word!

When Israel, by divine command,
The pathless desert trod,
They found, throughout the barren land,
A sure resource in God.

A cloudy pillar marked the road,
And screened them from the heat;
From the hard rock the water flowed,
And manna was their meat.

Like them, we have a rest in view,
Secure from hostile powers:
Like them, we pass a desert too,
But Israel’s ‘God is ours.

His word a light before us spreads,
By which our path we see;
His love, a banner o’er our heads,
From harm preserves us free.

Jesus, the Bread of life, is given
To be our daily food;
Within us dwells that well from heaven,
The Spirit of our God.

Lord, ’tis enough, we ask no more;
Thy grace around us pours
Its rich and unexhausted store,
And all its joy is ours.

That we are seen, O God, by Thee–
This is our happy lot–
Presented faultless to Thine eye,
And all our sins forgot.

Each hour of joy, this is the light
Which shines on all our ways;
And in affliction’s deepest gloom
Its power it still displays.

Then cheerfully through life we pass;
And if we’re called to die,
The valley’s shade we will not dread,
For Thou wilt still be nigh.

And art Thou with us, gracious Lord,
To dissipate our fear?
Dost Thou proclaim Thyself our God,
Our Father ever near?

With such support our souls may rest,
And banish every care;
The darkest path is cheered with smiles,
Since Thou art with us there.

Savior divine, whose name we know,
In whom alone we trust,
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,
Thou art Thy people’s boast.

The guilty soul, by sin defiled,
The conscience sore opprest,
In Thee believing stands approved,
And finds abiding rest.

To Thee, our great redeeming Lord,
What lasting thanks we owe,
For raising sinners to such joys
From depths of endless woe.