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Hymn 34 Part 2

Jesus, thy blessings are not few, Nor is thy gospel weak; Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, And bow th' aspiring Greek.

Wide as the reach of Satan's rage Doth thy salvation flow; 'Tis not confined to sex or age, The lofty or the low.

While grace is offered to the prince, The poor may take their share; No mortal has a just pretence To perish in despair

Be wise, ye men of strength and wit, Nor boast your native powers; But to his sovereign grace submit, And glory shall be yours.

Come, all ye vilest sinners, come, He'll form your souls anew; His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you.

His doctrine is almighty love; There's virtue in his name To turn the raven to a dove, The lion to a lamb.