Tried With Fire

Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, Loads of sin on thee were laid; By almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All thy people are forgiven, Through the virtue of they blood; Opened is the gate of heaven; Peace is made 'twixt man and God. Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory, There for ever to abide! All the heavenly hosts adore thee, Seated at thy Father's side. For thy people thou art pleading; There thou dost their place prepare; Ever for them interceding, Till in glory they appear. Riches, honour, strength, and blessing, Thou art worthy to receive; Loudest praises, without ceasing. Meet it is for saints to give. All the bright angelic spirits Bring their sweetest, noblest lays; Help to sing the Saviour's merits; Help to chant the Saviour's praise. John Bakewell (1721-1819) and Augustus Toplady (1740-1778)

From whence this fear and unbelief? Hast thou, O Father, put to grief Thy spotless Son for me? And will the righteous Judge of men Condemn me for that debt of sin Which, Lord, was charged on thee? Complete atonement thou hast made, And to the utmost farthing paid Whate'er thy people owed; How then can wrath on me take place; If sheltered by thy righteousness, And sprinkled with thy blood? If thou hast my discharge procured, And freely in my room endured The whole of wrath divine, Payment God cannot twice demand, First at my bleeding Surety's hand, And then again at mine. Turn, then, my soul, unto thy rest; The merits of thy great High Priest Speak peace and liberty; Trust in his efficacious blood, No fear thy banishment from God, Since Jesus died for thee. Augustus Toplady (1740-1778)  More on Toplady at Banner of Truth Thoughts on this hymn from The Wicket Gate Magazine