Good News. Eph. 1. 3; Numb. 23. 21;
W. Gadsby L.M.
1
What joyful news the gospel is,
To guilty sinners in distress!
It speaks of mercy, rich and free,
For such polluted worms as we.
2
Jesus, my Shepherd, lived and died,
Rose, and now lives to intercede;
He bears my name upon his heart,
Nor will he ever with me part.
3
For me he bore the wrath of God;
For me he in the wine-press trod;
He magnified the law for me,
And I for ever am set free.
4
[He loved me ere the world began;
Nor did my Saviour love alone;
The Spirit and the Father joined,
As one Jehovah, in one mind.]
5
In endless love, the Holy Three
All blessings have secured for me;
All good that’s worthy of a God,
For me in Jesus Christ is stored.
6
What glory, yea, what matchless grace,
Appears in my Redeemer’s face!
All Deity can there agree
To smile upon a worm like me.
