N ORTHAMPTON T UNE

On the brink of fiery ruin
Justice, with a flaming sword,
Was my guilty soul pursuing,
When I first beheld my Lord.

Terrify'd with Sinai's thunder,
Straight I flew to Calvary;
Where I saw with love and wonder
Him, by faith, who dy'd for me.

" Sinner," he exclaim'd, " I've lov'd thee
" With an everlasting love;
" Justice has in me approv'd thee,
" Thou shalt dwell with me above."

Sweet as angels' notes in heaven,
When to golden harps they sound,
Is the voice of sins forgiven
To the soul by Satan bound:

Sweet as angels' harps in glory
Was that heav'nly voice to me,
When I saw my Lord, before me,
Bleed and die to set me free!

Saints, attend with holy wonder!
Sinners, hear and sing his praise!
'Tis the God that holds the thunder
Shews himself the God of grace!