The Riches of pardoning Grace celebrated. Isaiah xliv. 22, 23

Let Heav'n burst forth into a Song; Let Earth reflect the joyful Sound; Ye Mountains, with the Eccho ring, And shout, ye Forests all around.

The LORD his Israel hath redeem'd, Hath made his mourning People glad, And the rich Glories of his Name In their Salvation hath display'd.

Unnumb'red Sins, like sable Clouds, Veil'd ev'ry chearful Ray of Joy, And Thunders murmur'd thro' the Gloom, While Lightnings pointed to destroy.

He spoke, and all the Clouds dispers'd, And Heav'n unveil'd its shining Face, The whole Creation smil'd anew, Deck'd in the golden Beams of Grace.

Israel, return with humble Love, Return to thy Redeemer's Breast, And charm'd by his melodious Voice, Compose thy weary Pow'rs to rest.