All mortal vanities, begone,
Nor tempt my eyes, nor tire my ears;

Adam, our father and our head,
Transgressed, and justice doomed us dead;

Behold what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed

Great King of glory and of grace,
We own, with humble shame,

Not to condemn the sons of men,
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;

Go, worship at Immanuel's feet,
See in his face what wonders meet!

Jesus, in thee our eyes behold
A thousand glories more,

When strangers stand and hear me tell
What beauties in my Savior dwell,

Now to the Lord, that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,

Lo, the destroying angel flies
To Pharaoh's stubborn land;

Buried in shadows of the night
We lie till Christ restores the light;

How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,

Jesus, our Savior and our God,
Arrayed in majesty and blood,

Let him embrace my soul, and prove
Mine interest in his heav'nly love;

Shall Wisdom cry aloud,
And not her speech be heard?

Thus saith the Wisdom of the Lord,
"Blest is the man that hears my word,

He dies! the friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around;

The mighty frame of glorious grace,
That brightest monument of praise

Now for a tune of lofty praise
To great Jehovah's equal Son!

Lord, how secure my conscience was,
And felt no inward dread!

Let the wild leopards of the wood
Put off the spots that nature gives,

Shall we go on to sin
Because thy grace abounds;

Jesus, we bless thy Father's name;
Thy God and ours are both the same;

But few among the carnal wise,
But few of noble race,

Behold the potter and the clay,
He forms his vessels as he please:

Not by the laws of innocence
Can Adam's sons arrive at heav'n;

Broad is the road that leads to death,
And thousands walk together there;

Jesus, the man of constant grief,
A mourner all his days;

Blest be the everlasting God,
The Father of our Lord;

Hosannah to the royal Son
Of David's ancient line!

Jesus shall reign where'er the Sun
Doth his successive journeys run;

Who can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of Paradise,

Vain are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built;

Jesus, thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;

Backward with humble shame we look
On our original;

Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that God has giv'n,

Lord, we confess our num'rous faults,
How great our guilt has been!

Now to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honors giv'n;

Jehovah speaks! let Isr'el hear;
Let all the earth rejoice and fear,

"Where are the mourners," saith the Lord,
"That wait and tremble at my word,

Show pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live:

Awake, my heart; arise, my tongue,
Prepare a tuneful voice;

How is our nature spoiled by sin!
Yet nature ne'er hath found

So did the Hebrew prophet raise
The brazen serpent high,

We are a garden walled around,
Chosen and made peculiar ground;

Kind is the speech of Christ our Lord,
Affection sounds in every word:

Daughters of Zion, come, behold
The crown of honor and of gold

Ere the blue heav'ns were stretched abroad,
From everlasting was the Word:

Christ and his cross is all our theme;
The myst'ries that we speak

Sin, like a venomous disease,
Infects our vital blood;