Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 18

All praise to the Lamb!
Accepted I am,
I am bold to believe on my Jesus's name.
Strength and righteousness,
And pardon, and peace,
In the Lord my Redeemer I surely possess.
In Thee I confide,
Thy blood is applied;
For me Thou hast suffer'd, for me Thou hast died.
My peace it is made,
My ransom is paid,
My soul on Thy bloody atonement is stay'd.
Not a doubt can arise
To darken the skies,
Or hide for a moment my Lord from my eyes.

I already am blest,
I lean on Thy breast,
And lo! in Thy wounds I continually rest.

My cup it runs o'er,
I have comfort and power,
I have pardon — what can a poor sinner have more?

He can have a new heart,
So as never to start art.
From Thy paths: he may be in the world as Thou

He may be without sin,
All holy and clean,
He may be as his Master, all glorious within.

Without blemish, or blot,
Without wrinkle, or spot, thought.
Without power to offend Thee in deed, word, or

The promise is sure,
It shall always endure,
And I as my God shall be spotless and pure.

Thou again shalt appear,
My faith's Finisher,
And I in Thy love shall be perfected here.

I aim at the prize,
It is now in my eyes,
To perfection I press, to perfection I rise.

I seek, and pursue,
I shall find the pearl too,
For He who hath promised is faithful and true.

Thee, Lord, I receive,
And to me Thou shalt give
A power, without sin in Thine image to live.

Thine image is love,
And I surely shall prove
That holy delight of the angels above.

Less cannot suffice
Than the pearl of great price:
Speak, Lord, and I now in Thy likeness shall rise.

I am sure it shall be,
I shall walk before Thee,
And be perfect as God, when my God is in me.