God's knowledge, favour, image, bliss,
Men by the fall have lost:
But Jesus the restorer is
Of all these, to his cost.

Sad evils, positive, with all
Our loss of God attend:
Great ignorance, guilt, filth, and thrall,
Which he alone can mend.

His name hath attributes engrav'd
Most curiously within,
By which we may be fully sav'd
From ev'ry ill in sin.

Of God, he is made wisdom meet,
Sin's folly to expose:
Made also righteousness complete,
Sin's chain of guilt to loose:

Sanctification, down to cast
Sin's reigning, staining pow'r:
Redemption full, that shall at last
Its bitter brood devour.

How dark and heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ, our wisdom and our light,
Doth o'er our souls arise?

Our guilty spirits are afraid
To meet the wrath of Heav'n,
Till in his righteousness array'd,
We see our sins forgiv'n.

Our hearts and ways are vile, till he,
Who holiness commands,
Our whole sanctification be,
To wash our hearts and hands.

The pow'rs of hell our souls enchain,
Till our redemption come,
And, lawful captives to regain,
His conqu'ring pow'r assume.

In God alone lies all our bliss;
The bliss in Christ is stor'd,
That we may share of what he is,
by likeness to our Lord.

He is what God alone can be,
And all that can be giv'n;
Wise, righteous, holy, happy he
Who thus is all our heav'n

Yea, all in all , that sinners so
May be in him complete;
Wise, righteous, holy, happy too:
Bless'd be the match so meet.