God buries his workmen, but carries on his work. - Charles Wesley

Depth of mercy! — can there be Mercy still reserved for me? Can my God His wrath forbear? Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

And can it be, that I should gain An Int'rest in the Saviour’s blood! Dy'd He for Me? ---- who caus'd his Pain! For Me? ---- who him to Death pursu'd! Amazing Love! how can it be That Thou, my GOD shouldst die for Me?

In Him we have peace, in Him we have power;
Preserved by His grace, throughout the dark hour;
In all our temptation He keeps us to prove
His utmost salvation, His fulness of love.

Pronounce the glad word, and bid us be free!
Ah, hast Thou not, Lord, a blessing for me?
The peace Thou hast given, this moment impart,
And open Thy heaven, O Love, in my heart.