Atonement, Provided
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Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Blow ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound,
Let all the nations know,
To earth’s remotest bound,
The year of jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Verse 2
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Hath full atonement made:
Ye weary spirits! rest,
Ye mournful souls! be glad;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
Verse 3
Extol the Lamb of God,--
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood,
Throughout the world, proclaim;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
Verse 4
Ye, who have sold for naught
Your heritage above!
Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus’ love;
The year of jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransomed sinners! home.
Charles Wesley, “Blow Ye the Trumpet, Blow!”
Charles Wesley·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
Refrain
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps and loves me still;
Jesus weeps and loves me still.
Verse 2
I have long withstood his grace,
Long provoked him to his face;
Would not hearken to his calls;
Grieved him by a thousand falls.
Verse 3
There for me the Savior stands;
Shows his wounds and spreads his hands;
God is love; I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still.
Verse 4
Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my fall lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore;
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
Charles Wesley, “Depth of Mercy! Can There Be”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds,
Fast in his slavish chains.
Verse 2
But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;--
“Ho! ye despairing sinners! come
And trust a faithful Lord.”
Verse 3
My soul obeys the gracious call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord!
Oh! help my unbelief.
Verse 4
To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
Verse 5
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, and my all.
Isaac Watts, “How Sad Our State by Nature Is!”
Vestry H. & T. Book
Verse 1
How, vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessed news around,
And spread it all abroad.
Refrain
I’m glad salvation’s free!
I’m glad salvation’s free!
Salvation’s free for you and me,
I’m glad salvation’s free!
Verse 2
How vast! “whoever will”
May drink at mercy’s stream,
And know that faith in Jesus brings
Salvation now to him.
Verse 3
How full! it doth remove
The stain of every sin;
And makes the soul as white and pure,
As though no sin had been.
Verse 4
Poor trembling sinner, come!
God waits to comfort thee,
Come, cast thyself upon his love,
So vast, so full, so free.
Vestry H. & T. Book, “How, Vast, How Full, How Free”
E. E. Hasty·Modern
Verse 1
Jesus, my Savior, to Bethlehem came,
Born in a manger to sorrow and shame;
Oh, it was wonderful, blest be his name,
Seeking for me, for me.
Verse 2
Jesus, my Savior, on Calvary’s tree
Paid the great debt, and my soul he set free;
Oh, it was wonderful, how could it be?
Dying for me, for me.
Verse 3
Jesus, my Savior, the same as of old,
While I did wander afar from the fold,
Gently and long he hath plead with my soul,
Calling for me, for me.
Verse 4
Jesus, my Savior, shall come from on high;
Sweet is the promise as weary years fly;
Oh, I shall see him descending the sky,
Coming for me, for me.
E. E. Hasty, “Jesus, My Savior, to Bethlehem Came”
William A. Muhlenberg·Modern
Verse 1
Like Noah’s weary dove
That soared the earth around,
But not a resting place above
The cheerless waters found,
Verse 2
Oh, cease, my wandering soul,
On restless wing to roam;
All the wide world, to either pole,
Has not for thee a home.
Verse 3
Behold the ark of God,
Behold the open door;
Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more.
Verse 4
There safe thou shalt abide,
There sweet shall be thy rest,
And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blessed.
William A. Muhlenberg, “Like Noah's Weary Dove”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Not all the blood of beasts,
On Jewish altars slain,
Could give the guilty conscience peace,
Or wash away the stain.
Verse 2
But Christ, the heavenly Lamb,
Takes all our sins away;
A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they.
Verse 3
My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine,
While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin.
Verse 4
My soul looks back to see
The burden thou didst bear;
While hanging on the cursed tree,
And knows her guilt was there.
Isaac Watts, “Not All the Blood of Beasts”
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Salvation! oh, the joyful sound!
What pleasure to our ears;
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
Verse 2
Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
Verse 3
Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb!
To Thee the praise belongs:
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.
Isaac Watts, “Salvation! Oh, the Joyful Sound!”