216    8.8.6.     J. Stevens
Exulting in Salvation by Grace. Ps. 34. 1-6, 22

1 Lord, come in thy appointed ways,
  And teach me now to sing thy praise,
  For thou art dear to me;
  And all the openings of thy love,
  In coming from thy courts above,
  Prove I was dear to thee.

2 [Dear in primeval glory, when
  Neither were angels made nor men,
  Nor aught exist but God.
  E’en then thy heart was fixed on me;
  And now, through grace, I fix on thee,
  By faith in Jesus’ blood.]

3 In this I make my greatest boast,
  Though once to human reason lost,
  That I am saved by grace;
  With this bright hope I walk below –
  That I thy purest love shall know,
  And see thee face to face.

4 [Dear Lord, more drops of honey send,
  From Christ, thy Son, the sinner’s Friend,
  And larger make my share;
  More grapes from Eshcol may I bring,
  And of the heavenly Canaan sing,
  Whilst I am stationed here.

5 And thus with many foretastes blest
  Of yonder everlasting rest,
  Held for me in thy hand,
  May I thy house below resort,
  And give my friends a good report
  Of Canaan’s heavenly land.

6 And in these galleries of thy grace,
  Show us, dear Lord, thy smiling face,
  And bring thy presence near;
  Nor from these earthly courts remove,
  But send more showers of heavenly love,
  Upon thy garden here.]