A Brand plucked out of the Fire

With Satan, my accuser, near My spirit trembled when I saw The Lord in majesty appear, And heart the language of the law.

In vain I wish'd and strove to hide the tatter'd, filthy rags I wore; While my fierce foe insulting cry'd " See what you trusted in before!

Struck dumb, and left without a plea, I heard my gracious Saviour say, " Know Satan, I this sinner free, I died to take his sin away."

" This is a brand which I, in love, To save from wrath and sin design! In vain thy accusations prove; I answer all, and call him mine."

At his rebuke the tempter fled; The he remov'd my filthy dress; " Poor sinner, take this robe," he said, " It is thy Saviour's rightousness."

" And see, a crown of life prepar'd! That I might thus my head adorn; I thought no shame or suff'ring hard, But wore for thee a crown of thorn."

O how I heard these gracious words! They broke and heal'd my heart at once; Constrained me to become the Lord's, And all my idol-gods renounce.

Now, Satan, thou hast lost thy aim, Against this brand thy threats are vain; Jesus has pluck'd it from the flame, And who shall put it in again?