8.8.8.8.D. Dactylic sung to De Fleury 1 AS debtors to mercy alone, Of heavenly mercy we sing; Nor fear to draw near to the throne, Our praise and our worship to bring: The wrath of a sin-hating God With us can have nothing to do; The Saviour's obedience and blood Hide all our transgressions from view. 2 The work which His goodness began, The arm of His strength will complete: His promise is Yea and Amen, And never was forfeited yet: Things future, nor things that are now, Nor all things below nor above, Can make Him His purpose forgo, Or sever our souls from His love. 3 Our names from the palms of His hands Eternity will not erase: Impressed on His heart they remain In marks of indelible grace: And we to the end shall endure, As sure as the earnest is given; More happy, but not more secure, The spirits departed to heaven. |