A Plea

Ye who fear Mount Sinai's thunder,
Ye who fear its sulfur smoke,
Ye who would be rent asunder
By the very law you broke:
Come and feel the Saviour's breezes;
From the depths of hell he seizes
And shall never let thee choke.

Godly Sorrow arising from the Sufferings of Christ

Alas! and did my Saviour bleed!
And did my Sov'reign die?
Would he devote that sacred Head
For such a Worm as I?

Come, ye faithful, raise the strain!

Come, ye, faithful, raise the strain
Of triumphant gladness!
God hath brought His Israel
Into joy from sadness:
Loos'd from Phar'oh's bitter yoke
Jacob's sons and daughters;
Led them with unmoisten'd foot
Through the Red Sea waters.