CCLII. The Word of Salvation sent to us.

AND why do our admiring Eyes
These Gospel-Glories see?
And whence, doth ev'ry Heart reply,
Salvation sent to me?

In fatal Shades of Midnight Gloom
Ten thousand Wretches stray;
And Satan blinds ten thousand more
Amidst the Blaze of Day.

Millions of raging Souls beneath
In endless Anguish hear
Harmonious Sounds of Grace transform'd
To Ecchos of Despair.

And dost Thou, LORD, subdue my Heart,
And shew my Sins forgiv'n,
And bear thy Witness to my Part
Amongst the Heirs of Heav'n?

As the Redeemed of the LORD,
We sing the Saviour's Name;
And, while the long Salvation lasts,
Its sov'reign Grace proclaim.