This had been the cry in her pompous days; her heralds cried, “This is Jezebel,” but they would say this no more. They could not even say, This is Jezebel’s body, this is Jezebel’s tomb, or, this is Jezebel’s heir. Thus the name of the wicked shall rot. Lord, we bow before thee in reverence, trembling at thy justice.
The Lord Jehovah reigns!
Let all the nations fear;
Let sinners tremble at his throne
Nor tempt his wrath severe.
Jesus the Saviour reigns!
Let earth adore its Lord;
As with an iron rod he breaks
The haters of his word.
How holy is his name!
How terrible his praise!
Justice, and truth, and judgment join
In all his works of grace.
O’er earth and wave our God is Lord,
Let all his saints confide in him;
The sunken axe His power restored,
And faith can make the iron swim.
O sit not down when efforts fail,
And weep beside the river’s brim,
Faith still is mighty to prevail;
Believe, and make the iron swim.
The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing,
The blood of our Priest, our crucified King:
Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth;
And richly dispenses salvation and health.
This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear;
The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here:
Come needy and guilty, come loathsome and bare;
You can’t come too filthy, come just as you are.
This fountain in vain has never been tried;
It takes out all stain whenever applied:
The water flows sweetly with virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.
Have I that faith which looks to Christ,
O’ercomes the world and sin,
Receives him, Prophet, Priest, and King,
And makes the conscience clean?
If I this precious grace possess,
All praise is due to thee;
If not, I seek it from thy hands;
Now grant it, Lord, to me.
Ourselves so skilful to conceal,
So exquisite our art,
God only knows the utmost hell
Of the deceitful heart.
But now with shame I clearly see
That but for sovereign grace,
In lowest deeps of infamy
My soul had found her place.
Ah, do not Lord, forsake thy child,
And I shall never fall;
By no transgressions be defil’d,
Though capable of all.