Hymn CXXIX. Common Metre. The Covenant of Grace

In vain we lavish out our lives, To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings earth can yield Will starve a hungry mind.

But God can every want supply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives by cov'nant and by oath The riches of his grace.

Pardon he speaks to contrite souls, This is the joyful sound, "Your sins shall sink beneath the sea, And shall no more be found.

"And lest pollution should o'erspread Your inward powers again; My spirit shall bedew your souls, Like purifying rain.

"Your stony hearts I'll take away, That will not be refin'd; And put within you, tender hearts, To my blest will inclin'd.

"On them my spirit shall engrave The precepts of my law; And by the gentle cords of love Your willing souls shall draw."

Lord we receive thy pardoning grace, We yield to thy commands; Thou art our God, and we are thine, In everlasting bands.