Fountain of Never Ceasing Grace

Fountain of nev­er ceas­ing grace

Thy saints’ ex­haust­less theme

Great object of im­mor­tal praise

Essentially su­preme;

We bless Thee for the glo­ri­ous fruits

Thine in­car­na­tion gives;

The right­eous­ness which grace im­putes

And faith alone re­ceives.

Whom Heav’n’s an­gel­ic host ad­ores

Was slaugh­tered for our sin;

The guilt

O Lord was whol­ly ours

The pun­ish­ment was Thine:

Our God in the flesh

to set us free

Was ma­ni­fest­ed here;

And meek­ly bare our sins

that we

His right­eous­ness might wear.

Imputatively guil­ty then

Our sub­sti­tute was made

That we the bless­ings might ob­tain

For which His blood was shed:

Himself He of­fered on the cross

Our sor­rows to re­move;

And all He suf­fered was for us

And all He did was love.

In Him we have a right­eous­ness

By God Him­self ap­proved;

Our rock

our sure foun­da­tion this

Which nev­er can be moved.

Our ran­som by His death He paid

For all His peo­ple giv’n

The law He per­fect­ly ob­eyed

That they might en­ter Heav’n.

As all

when Ad­am sinned alone

In his trans­gress­ion died

So by the right­eous­ness of One

Are sin­ners jus­ti­fied

We to Thy mer­it

gra­cious Lord

With hum­blest joy sub­mit

Again to para­dise re­stored

In Thee alone com­plete.

Our souls His watch­ful love re­trieves

Nor lets them go as­tray

His right­eous­ness to us He gives

And takes our sins away:

We claim sal­va­tion in His right

Adopted and for­giv’n

His mer­it is our robe of light

His death the gate of Heav’n.