"Tis well with the righteous,
For they are his sheep;
Who through the atonement
Are white and complete.

11 'Tis well with the righteous,
Eternally well,

Though thousands are fearing
They shall go to hell;

'Tis those only mourn

The effects of the fall;

'Tis those only hear

And obey the sweet call.

12 'Tis well with the righteous,

But they can't believe it;

"Till born of the Spirit

They cannot receive it:

By nature quite dead,

Like the rest of mankind,
And 'till Jesus calls them
Are both deaf and blind.

13 'Tis well with the righteous,
For they are God's sons;
God calls them by grace,

As his own chosen ones;

Whose love is for ever

And ever the same,

His eyes are upon them,
And he calls them by name.

14 'Tis well with the righteous,
For God has decreed

That his sons and daughters
From law should be freed;

He laid all their sins

On his co-equal Son,

And they are all righteous

Through what he has done.

"Tis will with the righteous,
Let sinners deride:

'Tis well with the righteous,
For Jesus has died:

Those only are taught

By the Spirit to see
Salvation completed

On Calvary's tree.

16 'Tis well with the righteous:

If any ask, Why?

They all live in Jesus,
And never can die:

While ungodly sinners

Will drop into hell,
The righteous will own

Christ has done all things well.

17 'Tis well with the righteous,
And ever will be ;

Christ died for poor sinners,
And why not for me?

I own my salvation

The price of his blood,

As Jehovah's chosen

The beloved of God.

One thing I know, that whereas I was

blind now

see.

John ix. 25.

1 ONE thing I know, I once was blind,
Was blind, but now I see;

There is no other way to God,
But by mount Calvary.

2 I see myself by nature lost,

And justly stand condemn'd,

Had not Christ finished the work
That God the Father plan'd.

3 I once was blind, I never saw The curses due to sin; I never felt that brat of hell

That lay conceal'd within.

4 I never saw my poverty,

But fancied all was well;
The very ground I stood upon

Was on the brink of hell. 5 I never saw my filthy state,

My nakedness and shame;
I never felt my plague of sin,

Nor hardly knew its name, 6 I knew not what I owed my Lord, To him I never went ;

I thought I could fulfil the law,
I thought I could repent.

7 I thought the whole the law requir'd Was not beyond my scan;

This was my woeful, wretched case,
This is the state of man.

8 But now I see the more I try
To build upon the sand,

I ev'ry moment deeper sink,
My building cannot stand.

9 But now I see Christ is the Rock
On which his people stand;

I see, without atoning blood

I am a wretch condemn'd. 10 For now I see 'tis all of grace,

"Twas Jesus made me see;

I was both deaf, and blind, and dead,
When Jesus died for me.

11 Though pharisees may boast and brag That they belong to Moses,

They are the enemies of Christ,

They are his worst opposers.

12 I see, unless my righteousness
Exceeds these holy men,

If but one single breach is found,
Why Moses will condemn.
13 I once was blind, but now I see
I have a better one,
righteousness that God approves,
Wrought out by God the Son.

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14 This is that robe, that spotless robe,
A righteousness complete :

This is the dress the Lord puts on;
To all his chosen sheep.

15 One thing I know, I once was blind,
Was blind, but now I see;

That God has put his righteousness
On helpless, worthless me.

The following Verses were written on the Thunder Storm, which took place on Sunday Evening, April 26, 1818. 10 What a dreadful awful scene!

It fills my very soul with wonder,

To see the heav'ns all in a blaze,

Earth seems to tremble at the thunder. 2 From east to west, from north to south, The vivid lightning flashes round;

How many tremble at the sight,

How many tremble at the sound.

30! what a mighty arm has God,

Who thunders when and where he please!

But not a clap of thunder rolls

But answers God's own fix'd decrees. 4 Though lightnings flash from pole to pole, Without a moment's intermission,

Yet not one flash that blazes round

But has Jehovah's own commission.

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5 And though blasphemers try to laugh, They feel a dread, an inward tremor; God's thunder-bolts will crush those down

Who dare despise the great Redeemer, 6 Who, when he comes at that great day,

With triumphs louder than the thunder, With shoutings will the ransom'd stand,

His enemies with shame and wonder. 7 How bless'd and happy then are they Who can to God their all resign, Who in this thunder storm can say,

This God, this thund'ring God, is mine.

8 How sad a state is that man in,

Who, when he hears the thunder roll, Makes but a mock at that dread scene, That speaks damnation to his soul. 9 How safe are those whom God protects; How safe the people of his choice; There are no thunder-bolts for them,

In thunder storms they may rejoice. 10 Because the thunder of God's wrath

Was pour'd on Christ the Surety's head, Who groan'd and bled upon the tree, For those who lay in Adam dead. 11 But now he reigns, Jehovah reigns, Upon his own eternal throne ; Mount Sinai has no thunders now,

For those the God-Man did atone.

12 Rejoice, ye people of the Lord;

No storm shall ever injure you: When God shall set the world on fire, God then will own his chosen few. 13 Bless'd are the souls that know his voise, In thunder storms can hear him speak:

May this be God's appointed storm,

Sent some poor sinner's heart to break.