William Gadsby (1773-1844)
Eph. 1. 3; Numb. 23. 21
What joyful news the gospel is,
To guilty sinners in distress!
It speaks of mercy, rich and free,
For such polluted worms as we.
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.
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.
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.]
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.
What glory, yea, what matchless grace,
Appears in my Redeemer’s face!
All Deity can there agree
To smile upon a worm like me.