W REATH'S Tune .

The Lord, that grace and glory gives,
Demands a revenue of praise;
A revenue from all that lives,
But most from subjects of his grace.
Cho. Sing to the Lord — the Lord alone ,
For grace and glory are his own.

Praise rising up from hearts sincere
In Jesu's all-prevailing name,
Is pleasing in Jehovah's car,
Whose spirit fans the grateful flame.
Cho. Sing to the Lord , &c.

To him we owe the hope we have
That our transgressions are forgiv'n;
The hope of rising from the grave,
And dwelling with the Lord in heav'n.
Cho. Sing to the Lord , &c.

When we in nature's ruins lay,
And God's just law pronounc'd us dead,
Emmanuel bore our guilt away;
The just to save, the unjust bled.
Cho. Sing to the Lord , &c.

And when we first believ'd the word,
And fled for refuge to his Son,
'Twas the good Spirit of the Lord
That made the joyful tidings known.
Cho. Sing to the Lord , &c.