598    148th     W. Gadsby
“A peculiar people.” Titus 2.14; 1 Pet. 2. 9

1 Peculiar are the saints,
  Though numerous are their wants,
  They all things have in him;
  He is their treasure and their joy,
  Nor can they ever starve or die.

2 [Loved from eternity,
  And chosen in the Lamb,
  The eternal One-in-Three,
  Jehovah, Great I AM,
  Himself has bound, by holy ties,
  To take them up beyond the skies.]

3 [Peculiar is the grace,
  Which makes their bliss secure;
  Its beauties none can trace,
  Nor know its saving power;
  None but this little favoured few
  Can know what endless love can do.]

4 Bought with the blood of Christ,
  (Peculiar price indeed!)
  Their God becomes their Priest,
  And they from sin are freed;
  Peculiar must the blessing be,
  Which makes insolvent wretches free.

5 [Their birth is from above;
  Peculiar indeed;
  Begotten, not of blood,
  But of immortal seed;
  From Christ, their Head, their life proceeds,
  And to him it most surely leads.]

6 They live, and live to God,
  A life that’s known by few;
  Their Father’s staff and rod,
  Support and comfort too;
  Christ is their Life, nor can they die,
  For hell can ne’er their life destroy.