Tried With Fire

Words by William Gadsby, music by Katy Bowers and Matthew Perryman Jones 1. Poor sinner, dejected with fear, Unbosom thy mind to the Lamb; No wrath on His brow He does wear, Nor will He poor mourners condemn; His arm of omnipotent grace Is able and willing to save; A sweet and a permanent peace He’ll freely and faithfully give. 2. Come just as thou art, with thy woe, Fall down at the feet of the Lamb; He will not, He cannot say, “Go”, But surely will take out thy stain A fountain is opened for sin, And thousands its virtues have proved He’ll take thee, and plunge thee therein, And wash thee from filth in His blood. 3. The soul that on Jesus relies, He’ll never, no never deceive; He freely and faithfully gives More blessings than we can conceive; Yea, down to old age He will keep, Nor will He forsake us at last; He knows and is known by His sheep; They’re His, and He will hold them fast.

Sweet the name of Christ must be, From and to eternity; For it pleased the Father well. Fulness all in Christ should dwell. Jesus is his name, and Christ; He my Surety is, and Priest; He has saved my soul from sin, And I stand complete in him. Head o'er all is Christ to me, And I shall his glory see; Therefore in his name I'll trust, And of him will make my boast. All a hungry soul can want, Jesus' name will richly grant; Not a blessing God can give, But with Christ the church shall have. May I ever here confide, Let whatever ill betide; And if sufferings must ensue, Gladly bear those sufferings too. May this name be all my choice; If reproached, let me rejoice; And with pleasure keep in view, What the Lord for me went through. William Gadsby

How sweet and precious is the name Of Jesus Christ, the Lord and Lamb, To sinners in distress! A name just suited to their case; Pregnant with mercy, truth, and grace, With strength and righteousness. His name, as Jesus, suits them well; He saves from sin, wrath, law, and hell, From guilt and slavish fears. His name is Wonderful indeed; An able Counsellor to plead; Just suits a case as theirs. Immanuel! thrice-blessed name! The God, we trust is still the same! An endless Father, He; A most illustrious Prince of Peace; A Tower, a precious Hiding place; Is Jesus Christ to me. Yes, if his name be Lord of Hosts; Of his almighty power, I'll boast; He all my foes shall quell; He's all the helpless soul can need; No ointment put on Aaron's head, Could give so sweet a smell. In him the Gentile church shall trust; Of him shall sing; of him shall boast; On him cast all their care; He is their God, and they shall know What his almighty power can do, Nor death, nor danger fear. Wi...

O what matchless condescension The eternal God displays; Claiming our supreme attention, To his boundless works and ways. His own glory He reveals in gospel days. In the person of the Saviour, All his majesty is seen! Love and justice shine forever; And, without a veil between, Worms approach him, And rejoice in his dear name. Would we view his brightest glory, Here it shines in Jesus' face; Sing and tell the pleasing story; O ye sinners saved by grace; And with pleasure, Bid the guilty him embrace. In his highest work, redemption, See his glory in a blaze; Nor can angels ever mention Aught that more of God displays; Grace and justice Here unite to endless days. True, 'tis sweet and solemn pleasure, God to view in Christ the Lord; Here he smiles and smiles for ever; May my soul his name record; Praise and bless him, And his wonders spread abroad. William Gadsby

Whom the Lord Jehovah loves, He in various ways reproves; 'Tis his settled wise decree, That his sons chastised shall be. Them to wean from self and sin, Try the grace he works within; Strip them of each idol god; Make them prize the Saviour's blood; Teach them what and where they are; Draw forth patience, faith, and prayer; Make the closer cling to Christ, And in him alone rejoice; These are ends he has in view, And he'll them accomplish too; Nor shall our poor peevish heart Make him from his purpose start. Yet his love and grace are such, He will ne'er afflict too much; But in every chastening prove His paternal care and love. Father, make us clearly view What thy love designs to do; And in every trying case, Trust thy faithfulness and grace William Gadsby

Christians, rejoice, and sing Your Maker's lovely praise; He is your God and King, Ancient of endless days; He lives, he reigns, and sits above, The King of kings, and God of love. No place can him contain; Immensity he fills; He measures with a span, The world with all its hills; In heaven he reigns your God and King, And will you to his glory bring. He saves you by his grace; O matchless grace indeed, That such a rebel race From sin and Satan's freed! His mercy, truth, and justice join, To make you in full glory shine. The time will shortly come, When you, with sweet surprise, Will find yourself at home With Christ, above the skies; With him to live, with him to reign, And never, never part again. William Gadsby (1773-1844)

Jesus is a mighty Saviour; Helpless souls have here a Friend; He has borne their misbehaviour, And his mercy knows no end; O ye helpless, Come, and on his grace depend. He, to save your souls from ruin, Shed his blood upon the tree! O ye needy, haste unto him; His salvation's full and free; Vilest sinners Shall his great salvation see. Whatsoe'er your age or case be, None can save you but the Lamb; If in prison, he can set free, And a  full release proclaim; He is mighty. And to save the lost he came. Yes, the very worst of sinners, Who upon his grace rely. Shall of endless bliss be winners; And shall sing beyond the sky. Songs of praises To the Lamb that once did die. William Gadsby (1773-1844)

O my soul with wonder tell, Jesus has done all things well; And through his atoning blood. I've a settled peace with God. He bequeathed his peace to me, As a gift divinely free; And it is his righteous will, That my soul in peace shall dwell. Love to such vile worms as I, Brought the Savior from the sky; Every foe for them to quell, Jesus conquered death and hell. Gifts like this, so full and free, Stand as firm as Deity; God has sworn, nor can he lie, It shall last eternally. Justice, mercy, truth, and love, Every attribute of God, Join to make this peace secure, And it must and shall endure. What a solid basis this! Such a peace can never miss, But produce a grateful mind, To a God so vastly kind. Mourning souls who feel the smart Of a guilty, treacherous heart, And with mighty care and pain, Struggle hard relief to gain; Labour hard you may, and long, But you'll find you foes too strong; Sold peace can ne'er be had, Only through a Saviour's blood, Jesus, migh...

The works of Christ I sing. And glory in His name; Immortal life to bring, The Lord of glory came; He gave Himself for wretched me, And sets my soul at liberty. He magnified the law And made an end of sin; Without a single flaw, A righteousness brought in, Come mourning souls, in Jesus trust; His righteousness makes sinners just. William Gadsby (1773-1864)

Immortal honours rest on Jesus' head; My God, my portion, and my Living bread; In Him I live, upon Him cast my care; He saves from death, destruction, and despair. He is my refuge in each deep distress; My Lord, my strength and glorious righteousness; Through floods and flames He leads me safely on, And daily makes His sovereign goodness known. My every need He richly will supply; Nor will His mercy ever let me die; In Him there dwells a treasure all divine, And matchless grace has made that treasure mine. O that my soul would love and praise Him more, His beauties trace, His majesty adore; Live near His heart, upon His bosom lean; Obey His voice and all His will esteem. William Gadsby (1773-1844), to the tune Toulon, Genevan Psalter 1551