Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream
There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme;

Too many, Lord, abuse thy grace
In this licentious day,

When Hagar found the bottle spent,
And wept o'er Ishmael,

My song shall bless the Lord of all,
My praise shall climb to his abode;

Heal us, Emmanuel! here we are,
Waiting to feel thy touch;

Jesus! whose blood so freely streamed
To satisfy the law's demand;

The Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,

To Jesus, the Crown of my Hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;

Grace, triumphant in the throne
Scorns a rival, reigns alone;

Sin has undone our wretched race;
But Jesus has restored,

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

The Lord proclaims his grace abroad!
"Behold, I change your hearts of stone;

How blessed thy creature is, O God,
When, with a single eye,

Sin enslaved me many years,
And led me bound and blind;

My former hopes are fled,
My terror now begins;

This is the feast of heavenly wine,
And God invites to sup;

My God! how perfect are thy ways!
But mine polluted are;

The saints should never be dismayed,
Nor sink in hopeless fear;

By whom was David taught,
To aim the dreadful blow,

Sometimes a light surprises
The Christian while he sings;

I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth;

God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

No strength of nature can suffice
To serve the Lord aright:

Hark, my soul! it is the Lord;
'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word;

I thirst, but not as once I did,
The vain delights of earth to share;

O Lord, my best desire fulfil,
And help me to resign

The billows swell, the winds are high,
Clouds overcast my wintry sky;

O God, whose favourable eye
The sin-sick soul revives,

'Tis my happiness below
Not to live without the cross,

"As birds their infant brood protect,
And spread their wings to shelter them,

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;

“O most delightful hour by man
 Experienced here below,

Thankless for favours from on high,
 Man thinks he fades too soon;

He lives who lives to God alone,
 And all are dead beside;

Hear what God the Lord hath spoken:
"O my people, faint and few,

What various hindrances we meet
In coming to a mercy-seat!

Almighty King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;

Winter has a joy for me,
While the Saviour's charms I read,

I will praise thee every day
Now thine anger's turned away;

Jesus! where'er thy people meet,
There they behold thy mercy-seat;

When darkness long has veiled my mind,
And smiling day once more appears,

Of all the gifts thine hand bestows,
Thou Giver of all good!

Bestow, dear Lord, upon our youth,
The gift of saving grace;

Gracious Lord, our children see,
By thy mercy we are free;

Lord, who hast suffered all for me,
My peace and pardon to procure,

Far from the world, O Lord, I flee,
From strife and tumult far;

Dear Lord! accept a sinful heart,
Which of itself complains,

The Lord will happiness divine
On contrite hearts bestow;

To tell the Saviour all my wants,
How pleasing is the task!

Thy mansion is the Christian's heart,
O Lord, thy dwelling-place secure!