Ministers a sweet Savour, whether of Life or Death. 2 Cor. ii. 15, 16

Praise to the LORD on high, Who spreads his Triumphs wide! While Jesus' fragrant Name Is breath'd on ev'ry Side: Balmy and rich The Odours rise, And fill the Earth, And reach the Skies.

Ten thousand dying Souls Its Influence feel and live; Sweeter than vital Air The Incense they receive: They breathe anew, And rise and sing Jesus the Lord, Their conqu'ring King.

But Sinners scorn the Grace, That brings Salvation nigh; They turn their Face away, And faint, and fall, and die: So sad a Doom, Ye Saints, deplore, For O! they fall To rise no more.

Yet, wise and mighty GOD, Shall all thy Servants be, In those, who live or die, A Savour sweet to Thee: Supremely bright Thy Grace shall shine, Guarded with Flames Of Wrath divine.