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;

Then 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?

Olney Hymn # 77, vol. 1.