527    C.M.     W. Gadsby
The Gospel. Rom. 10. 15; Isa. 52. 7; Rom. 1. 16

1 What a divine harmonious sound
  No music can with it compare;
  The soul that knows it lives.

2 Ten thousand blessings it contains,
  Divinely rich and free,
  For helpless, wretched, ruined man,
  Though vile and base as we.

3 It speaks of pardon, full and free,
  Through Christ, the Lamb once slain;
  Whose blood can cleanse the foulest soul,
  And take away all stain.

4 The vilest sinner out of hell,
  Who lives to feel his need,
  Is welcome to a Throne of Grace,
  The Saviour’s blood to plead.

5 The Lord delights to hear them cry,
  And knock at mercy’s door;
  ’Tis grace that makes them feel their need,
  And pray to him for more.

6 Nor will he send them empty back,
  Nor fright them from the door;
  The Father has in Jesus stored
  All blessings for the poor.