God, in the gospel of his Son,

Makes his eternal counsels known;

’Tis here his richest mercy shines,

And truth is drawn in fairest lines.

2 Here sinners of a humble frame

May taste his grace and learn his name;

’Tis writ in characters of blood,

Severely just—immensely good.

3 Here Jesus, in ten thousand ways,

His soul-attracting charms displays;

Recounts his poverty and pains,

And tells his love in melting strains.

4 May this blest volume ever lie

Close to my heart, and near my eye—

Till life’s last hour my soul engage,

And be my chosen heritage!