Before Preaching in Cornwall, Hymn 2

Unchangeable, almighty Lord,
The promise of Thy help I claim,
Entrusted with the gospel word,
I look to find Thee still the same.

To me Thy powerful presence show,
As when through Thee in ages past
His net the human fisher threw,
And caught three thousand at a cast.

Long the lost souls of men I sought
Through a dark, dismal, legal night,
Yet nothing found, myself untaught
To cast the gospel net aright.

But let the terrors of Thy law,
The wrath, the curse at last remove,
While with the cords of love I draw,
The' allurements of Thy pardoning love.

Give me to catch them by Thy grace,
Thy grace for every sinner free,
Incline their willing hearts to' embrace
Pardon, and life, and heaven in Thee.

Speak but the word of grace and power,
And lo! at Thy benign command
I draw them to the' eternal shore,
I bring them to the heavenly land.