III.

With Christ the Lord we died to sin; with him to life we rise,

To life, which now begun on earth, is perfect in the skies.

IV.

Too long enthrall'd to Satan's sway, we now are slaves no more; For Christ hath vanquish'd death and sin, our freedom to restore.

XLVIII.

ROMANS, viii. 31. to the end.

I.

LET Christian faith and hope dispel

the fears of guilt and woe; The Lord Almighty is our friend, and who can prove a foe?

II.

He who his Son, most dear and lov'd, gave up for us to die,

Shall he not all things freely give that goodness can supply?

III.

Behold the best, the greatest gift, of everlasting love!

Behold the pledge of peace below, and perfect bless above!

IV.

Where is the judge who can condemn, since God hath justified?

Who shall charge those with guilt or crime for whom the Saviour died?

V.

The Saviour died, but rose again

triumphant from the grave;

And pleads our cause at God's right hand, omnipotent to save.

VI.

Who, then, can e'er divide us more from Jesus and his love,

Or break the sacred chain that binds the earth to heav'n above?

VII.

Let troubles rise, and terrors frown, and days of darkness fall;

Through him all dangers we'll defy, and more than conquer all.

VIII.

Nor death, nor life, nor earth, nor hell, nor time's destroying sway, Can e'er efface us from his heart, or make his love decay.

IX.

Each future period that will bless, as it has bless'd the past;

He lov'd us from the first of time; he loves us to the last.

I.

THOUGH perfect eloquence adorn'd

my sweet persuading tongue,

Though I could speak in higher strains than ever angel sung;

II.

Though prophecy my soul inspir'd, and made all mystʼries plain; Yet, were I void of Christian love, these gifts were all in vain.

III.

Nay though my faith, with boundless pow'r, ev'n mountains could remove,

I still am nothing, if I'm void of charity and love.

IV.

Although with lib'ral hand I gave my goods the poor to feed, Nay, gave my body to the flames, still fruitless were the deed.

V.

Love suffers long; love envies not;
but love is ever kind;
She never boasteth of herself,
nor proudly lifts the mind.

Love harbours no suspicious thought, is patient to the bad;

Griev'd when she hears of sins and crimes, and in the truth is glad.

VII.

Love no unseemly carriage shows,

nor selfishly confin'd;

She glows with social tenderness, and feels for all mankind.

VIII.

Love beareth much, much she believes,
and still she hopes the best;
Love meekly suffers many a wrong,
though sore with hardship press'd.

IX.

Love still shall hold an endless reign in earth and heav'n above, When tongues shall cease, and prophets fail, and ev'ry gift but love.

X.

Here all our gifts imperfect are; but better days draw nigh,

pour its rays,

When perfect light shall and all those shadows fly.

XI.

Like children here we speak and think, amus'd with childish toys;

But when our pow'rs their manhood reach, we'll scorn our present joys. XII.

Now dark and dim, as through a glass, are God and truth beheld;

Then shall we see, as face to face, and God shall be unveil'd.