Twas for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain’d that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil’d his sacred face.

Twas for our sake, eternal God,
Thy Son sustain’d that heavy load
Of base reproach and sore disgrace,
And shame defil’d his sacred face.
Father, I sing thy wondrous grace,
I bless my Savior’s name;
He bought salvation for the poor,
And bore the sinner’s shame
Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest;
He’s your defence, your joy, your rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the strength of ev’ry saint.
Seasons and times obey his voice;
The ev’ning and the morn rejoice
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flower
The praise of Zion waits for thee,
My God, and praise becomes thy house;
There shall thy saints thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
For life without Thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
O lead me to the rock
That’s high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
Psalm 60 Poem by Isaac Watts Lord, hast thou cast the nation off?Must we for ever mourn?Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?Shall mercy ne’er return? The terror of one frown of thineMelts all our strength away;Like men that totter drunk with wine,We tremble in dismay. Great […]
My God in whom are all the springs,
Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,
Till the dark cloud is overblown.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
is all the sacrifice I bring;
the God of grace will ne’er despise
a broken heart for sacrifice.
LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race, and taints us all.