"Tis well with the righteous, 11 'Tis well with the righteous, Though thousands are fearing '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, 13 'Tis well with the righteous, As his own chosen ones; Whose love is for ever And ever the same, His eyes are upon them, 14 'Tis well with the righteous, That his sons and daughters 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, 'Tis well with the righteous, Those only are taught By the Spirit to see On Calvary's tree. 16 'Tis well with the righteous: If any ask, Why? They all live in Jesus, While ungodly sinners Will drop into hell, Christ has done all things well. 17 'Tis well with the righteous, Christ died for poor sinners, 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, There is no other way to God, 2 I see myself by nature lost, And justly stand condemn'd, Had not Christ finished the work 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; Was on the brink of hell. 5 I never saw my filthy state, My nakedness and shame; 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, 7 I thought the whole the law requir'd Was not beyond my scan; This was my woeful, wretched case, 8 But now I see the more I try I ev'ry moment deeper sink, 9 But now I see Christ is the Rock 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, 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 If but one single breach is found, A 14 This is that robe, that spotless robe, This is the dress the Lord puts on; 15 One thing I know, I once was blind, That God has put his righteousness 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. 2 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. |