Songs XXV and XXVI
A Song of Praise for Grace
O God of Grace, who hast restor'd
Thine Image unto me,
Which by my Sins was quite defac'd ;
What shall I render Thee?
Thine Image and Inscription, Lord,
Upon my Heart I bear:
Thine own I render unto Thee,
O God, my God most dear.
My self I owe thee for my self,
Whom thou didst make of Earth;
But thou hast made me o'er again,
Thou gav'st a second Birth.
Twice born, and twice endu'd with Life,
I haste to come to thee,
To pay my Vows, my Thanks, my Heart,
With all Humility. .
O, was I born first from Beneath!
And then born from above!
Am I Child of Man and God?
O Rich and Endless Love!
When I had broke the Tables, Lord,
New Tables thou didst hew;
And with thy Finger didst engrave
Thy Laws on them anew.
Earth is my Mother, Earth my Nurse,
And Earth must be my Tomb:
Yet God, the God of Heaven and Earth,
My Father is become.
Hell enter'd me, and into Hell
I quickly should have run:
But O! Kind Heav'n laid hold on me;
Heav'n is in me begun.
This Spark will rise into a Flame,
This Seed into a Tree;
My Songs shall rise, my Praises shall
Loud Hallelujahs be.
A Song of Praise for Answer of Prayer
What are the Heav'ns, O God of Heav'n!
Thou art more bright, more high:
What are bright Stars, and brighter Saints,
To thy bright Majesty!
Thou'rt far above the Songs of Heaven,
Sung by thy Holy Ones;
And dost thou stoop and bow thine Ear
To a poor Sinner's Groans?
God minds the Language of my Heart,
My Groans and Sighs he hears;
He hath a Book for my Request,
A Bottle for my Tears.
But did not my dear Saviour's Blood
First wash away their Guilt;
My Sighs would prove but empty Air,
My Tears would all be spilt.
Lord, thine Eternal Spirit was
My Advocate within:
But O, my Smoke join'd with thy Flame,
My Pray'r was mixt with Sin.
But then Christ was my Altar, and
My Advocate above;
His Blood did clear my Pray'r, and gain'd
An Answer full of Love.
It could not be that thou should'st hear
A Mortal sinful Worm;
But that my Prayers presented are
In a most glorious Form.
Christ's precious Hands took my Requests,
And turn'd my Dross to Gold;
His Blood put Warmth into my Prayers,
Which were by Nature cold.
Thou heard'st my Groans for Jesus Sake,
Whom thou dost hear always;
Lord, hear through that prevailing Name,
My Voice of Joy and Praise.