Sung after Sermon

GReat Goodness thou, O Lord, hast wrought
Who can of it conceive?
And those thou dost regenerate,
'Tis they do it receive:

'Tis they who are delivered
From that forlorn estate
They once were in when they lay dead
Under thy fearful hate.

'Tis they whose Souls united be
Unto thy self, O Lord;
And have Communion too with thee,
And prize thy blessed Word.

They are alive, and love thee dear,
Thy Image also they
Do in their Souls most clearly bear,
And taste of thee each day.

They of Christ's Blood and Merits shall
For certain have a part;
And though they sin, they cannot fall
From thee, Lord, in their heart.

Their Souls shall live eternally,
They sing thy praise therefore;
This work being wrought in our Souls,
We'll sing for evermore.