1 NOW to the power of God supreme
Be everlasting honours given;
He saves from hell (we bless His name),
He calls our wand’ring feet to heaven.
2 Not for our duties or deserts,
But of His own abounding grace,
He works salvation in our hearts,
And forms a people for His praise.
3 ’Twas His own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels doom’d to die;
He gave us grace in Christ His Son
Before He spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus the Lord appears at last,
And makes His Father’s counsels known;
Declares the great transactions past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
5 He dies; and in that dreadful night
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising, He brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.
Isaac Watts, 1709
C. H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Public, Social and Private Worship, (London: Passmore & Alabaster, 1883).