756    C.M.     John Berridge
“Unto you which believe he is precious.” 1 Pet. 2. 7

1 Exceeding precious is my Lord;
  His love divinely free!
  And his dear name does health afford,
  To sickly souls like me.

2 It cheers a debtor’s gloomy face,
  And breaks his prison door;
  It brings amazing stores of grace
  To feed the gospel poor.

3 And if with lively faith we view
  His dying toil and smart,
  And hear him say, “It was for you!”
  This breaks the stony heart.

4 A heavenly joy his words convey;
  The bowels strangely move;
  We blush, and melt, and faint away,
  O’erwhelmed with his love.

5 In such sweet posture let me lie,
  And wet thy feet with tears,
  Till, joined with saints above the sky,
  I tune my harp with theirs.