Hymns and Sacred Poems (1749), Hymn 38

How happy are they
Who the Master obey!
He calls them His friends,
And never their joy, or their happiness ends.

At Jesus's feet
Transported we sit,
And all the day long
We tell of His goodness, and sing the new song.

His goodness we praise,
His mercy and grace,
And zealously strive
Who most his salvation to Jesus shall give.

Salvation to God,
Who bought us with blood;
Through Jesus's name
Acceptance, and pardon, and heaven we claim.

By mercy alone
He made us His own:
His mercy is free;
How else could He love such a rebel as me!

This still is the cry,
He hath loved us, but why
We never can tell,
The effects of His passion we only can feel.

We feel it, and pray
The world might obey
Our Saviour and King,
Whose mercy to all His salvation would bring.

O that all men would prove
His sweetness of love,
And come to receive
The pardon to all He so freely did give!

O that every knee
Might bow unto Thee!
Their ransom and peace,
Thee, Jesus, let every sinner confess!

O hasten the day:
Thou hear'st what we say:
Thy pleasure be done,
And answer Thyself, for the prayer is Thine own.