We have heard much of “the peculiar people,” be it ours to be peculiarly holy.
When from the curse he sets us free,
He makes our natures clean;
Nor would he send his Son to be
The minister of sin.
My Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with” blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.
Thy laws, O God, are right;
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel prove
A sceptre in thy hand.