Hew Morrison Collection > Reminiscences of the life and labours of Dugald Buchanan, formerly teacher and evangelist at Rannock, Perthshire

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down to hell Thou should'st me cast, Thy justice ev'n
in doing it I am compelled to own.
But 'neath the shelter of Emmanuel's blood I'm
safe. There the fiery flame, the mighty flame by
which the floods asunder riven are, cannot me reach, —
cannot affect me, covered as I am by the obedience of
Christ. In His atoning blood, the blood that satisfied
inexorable justice, the blood that fell to earth from
Calvary's cross — in it I put my trust. Oh ! King, my
King — that for its sake, my soul thou wilt absolve
from guilt. In this atoning Saviour let me ingrafted
be. Then my withered tree shall flourish — with bud
and blossom shall break forth. Then Holy virtues
like the fruit the bow that bends, shall me adorn.
Whatever be my lot beneath the sun, daily my
God make me contented with Thy will. If poor or
rich, if sick or whole, thy will be ever done by me.
All that God gives — of grace He gives — of favour
free to guilty undeserving man. When also He with-
holds, it is in love. His every cross, He lays on His
— His every deprivation He inflicts a blessing is — a
blessing in a mask. Thanks to Thee, O gracious God,
a glorious Saviour who to me did'st send, in whose
atoning death the ransom of my liberty I find ; and
in whose blood I see the price of my redemption and
the infinite preciousness of the soul. In the healing
fountain from His side that flowed do Thou, Oh ! God
of peace, me cleanse. In this is life from death. In
this is liberty from bondage of corruption that me
enthralls. In His atoning death my faith confirm.
Kindle flame of love Divine within my heart. And
streno'then thou me with mio-ht in the inner man