Poem by Isaac Watts

Hymn 109

The value of Christ, and his righteousness.

Phil. 3:7-9.

No more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before,
To trust the merits of thy Son.

Now, for the love I bear his name,
What was my gain I count my loss;
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus' sake:
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake!

The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done.

1. Psalm 144. Part 1 (For ever blessed be the Lord)
2. I Love the Volumes of Thy Word
3. Psalm 112 (Happy is he that fears the Lord)
4. Psalm 51. Part 1 (Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive)
5. Hymn 74 (We are a garden walled around)

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