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A NEW 
 
 SELECT! 
 
 FROM VAKld^^AUTHORS: 
 
 WITH 
 
 A NUMBER OF 
 
 ORIGINAL HYMNS, 
 
 11IAT HAVE NEVER BEFORE APPEARED 
 IN PRINT. 
 
 Sing and rejoice, O daughter of Zion: for, lo, I come, and will 
 dwell in the midst of thee, saith the Lord .— Zac. ch. ii. 10. 
 
 TRENTON: 
 
 TUBLISHED BY WM. ROBINSON, AND MOORE AND 
 LAKE. 
 
 W, & D. Robinson, Printers. 
 1813. 
 
District of New-Jersey, to wit— 
 
 „*»„*,*♦** BE IT REMEMBERED, That on the third 
 * SEAL * ** a y °^ Jlme » ' n tnc thirty-sixth year of the In- 
 5 ' t dependence of the United States of America, 
 
 ********** William Robinson, and Moore «uid Lake, of the 
 said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book the 
 right \vlun of they claim as proprietors in the words following, 
 to wit, '" A New Selection of Hymns; compikd from various 
 authors: with a number of Original Hymns, that have never 
 before appeared in print." ' Sing and rejoice, O daughter of 
 Zion: for, lo, I come, and will ilwell in the midst of thee, saith 
 the Lord. Zac. ch. ii. 10.' In conformity to the act of the Con- 
 gress of the United States, entitled '• an "act for the encourage- 
 ment of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and 
 books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the 
 timts therein mentioned,"' and also to the act entitled " an act 
 supplementary to an act for the encouragement of learning by 
 securing the copies of maps, charts and books to the authors and 
 proprietors ot such copies during the times therein mentioned, 
 and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, en- 
 graving, and etching, historical and other prints. 
 
 ROBERT BOGGS, 
 Clerk of the District of New- Jersey. 
 
SPIRITUAL HYMNS. 
 
 HYMN I. 
 
 1 npHE Son of man they did betray, 
 
 -*- He was condemu'd and led away, 
 Think, Oh my soul, the mournful day: 
 
 Look on mount calvary. 
 Behold him, lamb-like, led along, 
 Surrounded by a wicked throng, 
 Accused by eanh lying tongue, 
 And thus the lamb of God was hung 
 
 Upon the shameful tree. 
 
 2 Now hung between the earth and skies. 
 Behold him trembling as he dies; 
 
 Ah sinners, hear his mournful cries, 
 Behold his tort'ring pain. 
 
 The morning sun withdrew his light, 
 
 BlusL'd and refus'd to see the sight; 
 
 The azure cloth'd in robes of flight; 
 
 All nature mournM, and stood affright. 
 When Christ the Lamb was slain. 
 
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 3 Ye men and angels hear the sound, 
 He cries for help, but Oh, there's none: 
 He trod the wine-press all alone, 
 
 His garments stain'd with blood. 
 In lamentations hear him cry, 
 Eloi lama sabachthani. 
 Tho' death may close his languid eyes, 
 He soon shall mount the upper skies,. 
 
 The conqu'ring Son of God. 
 
 4 And thus the glorious suff'rer stood, 
 With hands and feet nail'd to the wood, 
 From ev'ry wound a stream of blood, 
 
 Came triek'ling down amain: 
 His bitter groans, all nature shook, 
 And at his voice the rocks were broke, 
 And sleeping saints their graves for- 
 sook, 
 And spiteful Jews around him mock, 
 
 And laughed at his pains. 
 
 5 Now Jews and Romans in a band, 
 With hearts like steel, around him 
 
 stand, 
 If you have come to save the land, 
 
 Now try yourself to save. 
 A soldier pierc'd him when he dyM, 
 And healing streams came from his 
 
 side; 
 And thus my Lord was crucify'd, 
 And justice now is satisfy'd, 
 Sinners, for you and I. 
 
6 Behold him mount a throne of state, 
 And fill the mediatorial seat, 
 And millions bowing at his feet, 
 
 And loud hosannahs tell. 
 Though he endures exquisite pains, 
 He led the monster death in chains; 
 Ye seraphs raise your highest strains, 
 With music fill bright Eden's plains, 
 He's conquer'd death and hell. 
 
 y 'Tis done, the dreadful debt is paid, 
 The great atonement now is made; 
 Sinners, on him your guilt is laid, 
 
 For you he spilt his blood: 
 For you his tender soul did move; 
 For you he left his courts above, 
 That you the length and breadth might 
 
 prove, 
 And height and depths of perfect love, 
 
 In Christ your smiling God. 
 
 3 All glory be to God on high, 
 
 He reigns enthron'd above the sky, 
 Who sent his Son to bleed and die; 
 
 Glory to him be given. 
 While heav'n above his praise re- 
 sounds, 
 Oh Zion, sing, his praise abounds, 
 I hope to shout eternal rounds, 
 Inflaming love, that knows no bounds, 
 When swallowed up in heaven, 
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 HYMN II. 
 
 1 TjVATHER of our dying Lord, 
 -*- Remember us for good; 
 
 O fulfil his faithful word, 
 And hear his speaking blood! 
 
 Give us that for which he prays; 
 Father, clorify thy Son; 
 
 Shew his truth and pow'r and grace, 
 And send the promise down. 
 
 2 True and faithful witness, thou, 
 
 O Christ, the Spirit give! 
 Hast thou not receiv'd him now, 
 
 That we might now receive? 
 Art thou not our living head? 
 
 Life to all thy limbs impart; 
 Shed thy love, thy Spirit shed, 
 
 In ev'ry waiting heart. 
 
 g Holy Ghost, the comforter, 
 
 The gift of Jesus come; 
 Glow our hearts to find the near, 
 
 And swell to make thee room; 
 Present with us thee we feel, 
 
 Come, O come, and in us be! 
 With us, in us, live and dwell 
 
 To all eternity. 
 
 HYMN III. 
 
 1 XTE happy souls whose peaceful minds, 
 ■*• Are freed from pain and fear, 
 
Ye objects whom kind heav'n designed, 
 
 To be its constant care; 
 To you J '11 vent my mournful sighs, 
 
 Press'd by my dismal state, 
 
 can you with me sympathize, 
 While I my case relate. 
 
 3 I once was happy in the Lord, 
 My soul was in a flame, 
 
 1 did deiiqht to hear his word 
 And praise his holy name; 
 
 But now the gospel's hid from me, 
 
 Tho' oflen I do hear — 
 The law denounces death on me, 
 
 And thunders out despair. 
 3 But wo is me those joys are past, 
 
 Those blissful scenes are o'er, 
 I'm like a city quite laid waste, 
 
 To be rebuilt no more; 
 In vain I sigh, in vain I mourn, 
 
 In vain I seek for rest: 
 I fear the dove will ne'er return, 
 
 To my poor troubled breast. 
 4> The devil waiting me around, 
 
 To make my soul aprey; 
 I wait to hear the trumpet sound— 
 
 Take, take the wretch away: 
 I linger, sigh. I mourn and cry, 
 
 Sleep now has left mine eyes, 
 
And ghastly death seems drawing nigh, 
 And that without disguise. 
 
 5 O that I was some bird or beast, 
 
 Was I a stork or owl, 
 Some lofty tree should bear my nest, 
 
 Or thro' the desert prowl; 
 But I have an immortal soul, 
 
 Within this house of clay, 
 That either must with devils howl, 
 
 Or dwell in endless day. 
 
 6 One ev'ning pensive as I lay, 
 
 Alone upon the ground, 
 As I to God began to pray, 
 
 A light shone all around — 
 These words with pow'r went thro ? 
 my heart — 
 
 I've come to set thee free, 
 Death, hell, nor grave shall never part, 
 
 My love, my son, from thee. 
 
 7 My dungeon shook, my chains flew off, 
 
 " Glory to God," I cried; 
 My soul was filPd, I cried " enough, 
 
 For me the Saviour died, 
 Th' winter is past, the rain is gone, 
 
 Sweet flowers do appear; 
 The morning's brought a glorious sun, 
 
 That banish'd every fear." 
 
 8 Hail mighty Prince Eternal Lord, 
 
 Who left the blazing throne, 
 
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 Eternal truth attends thy word, 
 
 Thou art the Father's Son; 
 When on the brink of hell I lay, 
 
 Enclos'd in blackest night, 
 Thou Lord didst hear the sinner pray, 
 
 And brought my soul to light. 
 9 All you that's grov'lling in your 
 chains, 
 
 "Without one spark of hope, 
 Though inexpressible your pains, 
 
 You still be looking up; 
 Tho' winds may blow, and storms may 
 rise, 
 
 A dark and gloomy night, 
 The morning sun will clear the skies, 
 
 With sweet prevailing light. 
 
 HYMN IV. 
 
 1 "ITfHEN business is o'er, my moments 
 
 " of leisure, 
 I'll spend in the presence of him I adore; 
 His heavenly smiles alone gives me 
 
 pleasure, 
 Let me enjoy this, I desire no more. 
 Content and resign'd in his heav'nly 
 
 arms, 
 No weapon that's form'd shall ne'er me 
 
 destroy; 
 
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 While I walk in his footsteps, he'll give 
 
 his presence, 
 And fill me with love and the fulness of 
 
 joy- 
 
 2 My fair one is to me the chief of ten 
 
 thousand; 
 
 I trust with the angels to lift up my 
 voice: 
 
 Although I meet tossings to floods of 
 temptations, 
 
 Amidst~ull afflictions he makes me re- 
 joice. 
 
 Oft times, when I linger, beneath the 
 proud tempter, 
 
 One glimpse of his presence disperses 
 my pain; 
 
 I hope after death I shall see him in 
 
 5 lor » 
 And there with my Jesus eternally reign. 
 
 3 When the cross-bearing army shall 
 
 meet upon Zion, 
 With angels and archangels join in the 
 
 theme; 
 When the blood-purchased host shall 
 
 shout the Redeemer, 
 Ascribing their vict'ry and glory to him; 
 Their crowns of eternal salvation secur- 
 
 ed, 
 They e;ist at the feet of Emanuel their 
 
 *kiug, 
 
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 And through the eternal duration of hea- 
 ven, 
 
 They all join in concert their praises to 
 *sing.' 
 
 HYMN V. 
 
 4 O WHEN sha11 I see Jesus > 
 ^-^ And dwell with him above, 
 
 To drink the flowing fountains 
 
 Of everlasting love. 
 When shall I be deliver'd, 
 
 From this vain world of sin? 
 And with my blessed Jesus 
 
 Drink endless pleasure in. 
 
 2 But now I am a soldier. 
 
 My captain's gone before, 
 He's given me my orders, 
 
 And tells me not to fear; 
 And if I hold out faithful, 
 
 A crown of life he'll give, 
 And all his valiant soldiers 
 
 Eternal life shall have. 
 
 3 Through graee I am determin'd, 
 To conquer, tho' I die, 
 
 And then away to Jesus, 
 On wings of love I'll fly. 
 
 Farewell to sin and sorrow — 
 1 bid it all adieu, 
 
 And you, my friends, he faithful, 
 And on your way pursue. 
 
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 4 And if you meet with troubles, 
 
 And trials on the way, 
 Then cast your care on Jesus, 
 
 And don't forget to pray. 
 Gird on the heav'nly armour, 
 
 Of faith, and hope, and love. 
 And when your race is ended, 
 
 You'll reign with him above. 
 
 3 do not be discouraged, 
 
 For Jesus is your friend, 
 And if you lack for knowledge, 
 
 He'll not refuse to lend, 
 Neither will he upbraid you, 
 
 Tho' often you request, 
 He'll give you grace to conquer, 
 
 And take you up to rest. 
 
 HYMN VI. 
 
 1 13EH0LD a light shines in the night; 
 " Nations behold afar: 
 
 Look to the skies, with a surprise, 
 It lightens through the air. 
 
 2 What are we now, what shall we think, 
 
 To whom our Lord shall come, 
 And in one day, without delay, 
 Shall take his servants home. 
 
 3 The northern light shines in the night. 
 
 Jesus his troops shall bring; 
 
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 Shall call the dead out of their graves. 
 And from their dusty tombs. 
 
 4 Ye sleeping dust, come forth you must. 
 To meet your God and King: 
 Sinners shall cry eternally, 
 While all the saints shall sing. 
 
 3 Gabriel's the man who then shall stand, 
 With one foot on the shore, 
 The other on the sea, and swear 
 That time shall be no more. 
 
 6 The stars shall hear that awful call. 
 And down to earth shall fall, 
 The Lamb that's slain shall come 
 
 again, 
 To roll his judgments on. 
 
 HYMN VII. 
 
 1 CHILDREN of the heav'nly King, 
 ^ As we journey let us sing: 
 
 Sing our Saviour's worthy praise, 
 Glorious in his works and ways! 
 
 2 We are traveling home to God, 
 In the way the fathers trod: 
 They are happy now, and we* 
 Soon their happiness shall see. 
 
 3 O ye banish'd seed! be glad, 
 Christ our Advocate is made* 
 
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 Us to save, our flesh assumes, 
 Brother to our souls becomes, 
 
 4 Fear not brethreu, joyful stand 
 On the borders of our land; 
 Jesus Christ, our Father's Son, 
 Bids us undismay'd go on. 
 
 5 Lord! obediently we'll go, 
 Gladly leaving all below; 
 Only thou our leader be, 
 And we still will follow thee! 
 
 HYMN VIII. 
 
 1 TT|ON'T you see my Jesus coming. 
 **-^ Don't you see him in yonder cloud, 
 'Midst ten thousand saints and angels. 
 
 See how they my Jesus crowd. 
 
 2 I will arise and go and meet him, 
 
 And embrace him in my arms, 
 In the arms of my dear Jesus, 
 O there is ten thousand charms. 
 
 3 Death shall ne'er destroy my comfort, 
 
 Christ shall guide me through the 
 gloom. 
 Down he'll send some heav'nly angels. 
 To escort my spirit home. 
 
 4 He will give you grace and glory. 
 
 All your wants shall be supplied; 
 
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 Canaan, Canaan lies before you, 
 Rise and cross the swelling tide, 
 
 i> There you'll spend your days in plea- 
 sure, 
 Free'd from every want and care, 
 Come, O come my blessed Saviour, 
 Fain my spirit would be there. 
 
 HYMN IX. 
 
 is all a 
 
 Lord from above, 
 
 1 TESUS grants us all a blessing, 
 •* Send it down Lord from above, 
 That we may go home a praising, 
 
 And rejoieing in thy love. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Farewell brethren, farewell sisters. 
 Till we all shall meet again. 
 
 2 Jesus pardon all our follies, 
 
 Since together~we have been, 
 Make us humble make us holy, 
 Cleanse us all from every sin. 
 chorus. — Farewell brethren, &c. 
 
 J May thy blessing Lord go with us, 
 To each one's respective home; 
 And the presence of our Jesus, 
 Rest upon us every one. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Farewell brothers, farewell sisters, 
 Till we all shall meet again. 
 
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 HYMN X. 
 
 1 HPHEE we adore, Eternal Name, 
 ■*■ And humbly own to thee, 
 How feeble is our mortal frame, 
 
 What dying worms we be! 
 
 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 
 
 As days and months increase; 
 And ev'ry beating pulse we tell, 
 Leaves but the number less. 
 
 3 The year rolls round, and steals away; 
 
 The breath that first it ga#e: 
 Whate'er we do where'er we be 
 We're ^rav'lling to the grave. 
 
 4 Dangers stand thiek through all the 
 
 ground. 
 To push us to the tomb; 
 And fierce deseases wait around, 
 To hurry mortals home. 
 
 5 Great God! on what a slender thread 
 
 Hang everlasting things! 
 Th' eternal states of all the dead 
 Upon life's feeble strings! 
 
 6 Infinite joy or endless wo, 
 
 Depends on ev'ry breath; 
 And yet how unconcerned we go 
 Upon the brink of death! 
 
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 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, 
 To walk this dang'rous road; 
 And if our souls are hurried hence, 
 May they be found with God! 
 
 HYMN XI. 
 
 1 A LMIGHTY love inspire 
 -**- My heart with sacred fire, 
 And animate desire 
 
 My soul to renew, 
 I love my blessed Jesus, 
 On whom bright angels gazes 
 And symphony increases 
 
 Above the etherial blue. 
 
 2 My tender hearted Jesus 
 Thy love my soul amazes, 
 Thou earnest for to save us, 
 
 When lost and undone. 
 No seraph could redeem us, 
 No angel could retrieve us, 
 No arm could relieve us, 
 
 But Jesus alone. 
 
 3 In him I have believed, 
 And he's my soul retrieved 
 From sin he has redeemed 
 
 My soul which was dead. 
 And now I love my Saviour, 
 For I am in his favour, 
 And hope with him for ever, 
 
 The golden streets to tread. 
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 4 Yet here a while I stay, 
 In hope of that glad day, 
 When I am call'd away, 
 
 To the mansions above. 
 There to enjoy the pleasure 
 Of uncon suniing treasure, 
 And shout in highest measure, 
 
 Hallelujahs of love. 
 
 HYMN XII. 
 
 1 A LL you that love the Lord draw 
 ■*■*- near, 
 
 To my complaint pray lend an ear, 
 And help me to condole my grief, 
 I am distress'd, with unbelief. 
 
 2 Sometimes I'm .burden'd with a load, 
 A doubting if there be a God, 
 
 But still his -terrors works my grief, 
 And comforts drown, with unbelief. 
 
 3 I am distressed all the day; 
 
 When evening comes, I want to pray, 
 Begging for pardon and relief: 
 There is no God, says unbelief. 
 
 4 But conscience makes this quick reply, 
 What makes you then afraid to die, 
 And after death to dread the grief, 
 That you must have for unbelief? 
 
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 5 What was it rais'd your mortal frame, 
 And other things of meaner name: 
 Hark, and I'll tell you all in brief; 
 'Twas nature all, says unbelief. 
 
 6 But what did nature first create? 
 O was it not both good and great? 
 There's wiser men enough than you, 
 Has dy'd to prove that this is true. 
 
 7 There's God the Father, God the Son, 
 And God the Spirit, three in one; 
 Which Holy Spirit thus you grieve, 
 It's while you say you don't believe. 
 
 Well conscience have it as you say, 
 But still I have another plea; 
 (Methinks it may assuage your grief) 
 You have no soul, says unbelief. 
 
 ) But God the Son came down and died, 
 To save man's soul he testified; 
 Would this be done for my relief, 
 Had I no soul? O unbelief. 
 
 In spite of you I do believe 
 You thought my soul for to deceive, 
 And plunge me in eternal grief; 
 Lord Jesus help my unbelief! 
 
 Amen, amen, for now I see 
 That Jesus gives himself for me; 
 JJp to his Father's heavy stroke, 
 Alas, for me his heart was broke. 
 
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 12 O may my life be spent in praise, 
 To him who lives eternal days, 
 Who gave his life to cure (he grief 
 Of sin and guilt, and unbelief. 
 
 HYMN XIII. 
 
 1 YMTHY should we start and fear to 
 
 * T die? 
 
 What tim'rous worms we mortals 
 are! 
 Death is the gate to endless joy, 
 Ami yet we dread to enter there. 
 
 2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife. 
 
 Fright our approaching souls away; 
 And we shrink back again to life, 
 Fond of our prison and our clay. . 
 
 3 O! if my Lord would come and meet 
 
 My soul would stretch her wings in 
 haste, 
 Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
 Nor feel the terrors as she pass'd. 
 
 4 Jesus can make a dying bed 
 
 Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
 While on his breast I lean my head, 
 And breathe my life out sweet I? 
 there. 
 
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 HYMN XIV. 
 
 1/^ OME ye that know the Lord indeed, 
 ^ Who are from sin and bondage freed, 
 Submit to all the ways of God, 
 And walk the narrow, happy road. 
 
 2 Great tribulation you shall meet; 
 But soon shall walk the golden street. 
 Tho' hell may rage and vent her spite. 
 Yet Christ will save his heart's delight, 
 
 3 The happy day will soon depart, 
 When Gabriel's trumpet you shall 
 
 hear 
 Sound ihro' the earth, and down to hell, 
 To call the nations, great and small, 
 
 + Behold the righteous marching home, 
 And all the angels bid them come; 
 While Christ, the judge, with joy pro- 
 claims, 
 • 4 Here comes my saints, I own their 
 names. 
 
 5 " Ye everlasting doors fly wide. 
 
 " Make room for to receive my bride, 
 "Ye harps in heaven sound aloud, 
 " Here comes the purchase of my 
 blood." 
 
 6 In grandeur see the royal line, 
 
 In glittering robes the sun outshine, 
 
See saints and angels join in one, 
 And march in splendor, to the throne! 
 
 They stand with wonder, and look on, 
 They join in one eternal song, 
 The great Redeemer to admire, 
 While raptures set their souls on fire. \) 
 
 HYMN XV. 
 
 1 T'M tir'd with visits, modes, and 
 -■■ forms, 
 
 And flatt'ries made to fellow worms, 
 
 Their conversation cloys; 
 Their vain amours and empty stuff; 
 But I can ne'er enjoy enough 
 
 Of thy best company, my Lord, thou 
 life of all my joys. 
 
 3 When he begins tell his love, 
 
 Through every vein my passions move, 
 
 The captives of his tongue; 
 In midnight shades, on frosty ground, 
 I could attend the pleasing sound, 
 Nor should I feel December's cold, 
 nor think the darkness long. 
 
 3 There while I hear my Saviour God, 
 Count o'er the sins (a heavy load!) 
 He bore upon the tree, 
 
Inward I blush with secret shame, 
 And weep, and love, and bless the 
 
 name 
 That knew no guilt nor grief hi* 
 
 own, but bare it all for me. 
 
 & Next he describes the thorns he wore. 
 And talks his bloody passion oe'r, 
 
 'Till I am drown'd in tears; 
 Yet with the sympathetic smart, 
 There's a strange joy beats round my 
 heart, 
 The cursed tree has- blessings in't,. 
 my sweetest balm in bears* 
 
 I hear the glorious sufferer tell 
 How on his cross he vanquish'd hell! 
 
 And all the powers bene t&: 
 Transported and inspired my tongue 
 Attempts his triumphs in a song; 
 
 " How has the serpent lost his stliagv 
 and where's thy vict'ry.death." 
 
 But when he shews his hands and heart 
 With those dear prints of dying smart, 
 
 He sets my soul. on fire: 
 Not the beloved John could rest v 
 With more delight upon that breast, 
 
 Nor Thomas pry into those wounds- 
 with more intense desire-. 
 
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 7 Kindly he opens me his ear, 
 
 And bids me pour my sorrows there. 
 
 And tell him all my pains. 
 Thus while I ease my burdened heart, 
 In every wo he bears a part, 
 
 His arms embrace me, and his hand 
 my drooping head sustains. 
 
 8 Fly, from my thoughts, all human 
 
 things, 
 And sporting swains, and fighting 
 kings, 
 And tales of wanton love; 
 My soul disdains that little snare, 
 The tangles of Amira's hair; 
 
 Thine arms, my God, are sweeter 
 bands, nor can my heart remove. 
 
 * HYMN XVI. 
 
 1 ItTE children of Jesus, who are bound 
 
 -*- for the kingdom; 
 
 Attune all your voices, and help me 
 me to sing 
 
 Sweet anthems of praises, to my lov- 
 ing Jesus, 
 
 For he is my Prophet, my Priest, and 
 my King: 
 
 When Jesus first found me, to hell I 
 was going, 
 
 His love did surround me, and sav'd 
 me from ruin: 
 
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 He kindly embrac'd me, and sweetly 
 he kiss'd me, 
 
 \And taught me aloud his sweet praises 
 to sing. 
 
 I 2 AVhy should you go mourning from 
 
 such a physician, 
 Who is able and willing your sickness 
 
 to cure; 
 Come to him believing, though bad 
 
 your condition, 
 His Father has promised your ease to 
 
 insure: 
 My soul he hath heal'd, my heart hath 
 
 rejoic'd, 
 He brought me to Zion, to join the glad 
 
 voices; 
 I'll serve him, and praise him, and 
 
 always adore him, 
 Till we meet in heaven where part- 
 
 My heart's now in heaven, to Jesus 
 
 ascended, 
 I'm bound to press on to mark for the' 
 
 prize; 
 And when my temptations and trials 
 
 are ended, 
 On the wings of bright- seraphs my 
 
 soul will arise, 
 
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 Oh Christians I'm happy in this con- 
 templation, 
 
 My soul it drinks in the sweet streams 
 of salvation; 
 
 I long to be flying that I may be vie- 
 ing 
 
 With the tallest archangel that shouts 
 in the skies. 
 
 4 Cheer up, ye dear pilgrims, for Ca- 
 naan's before you; 
 
 We'll scale the bright mountains, still 
 shouting free grace, 
 
 On Zion's fair borders we'll sing hal- 
 lelujah, 
 
 And sit in the smiles of Emanuel's 
 face, 
 
 To those who there enter, there is no 
 returning, 
 
 No sorrow nor sighing, no weeping 
 nor mourning, 
 
 But feasting, and drinking, and shout- 
 ing, and singing, 
 
 All glory to Jesus, who bought thisjl 
 free grace. 
 
 5 My soul's full of glory, I'll not stay 
 much longer, 
 Bright angels' in heaven now call me 
 away, 
 
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 My spirit in Jesus grows stronger and 
 
 stronger, 
 My soul now exults to behold the glad 
 
 day, 
 Oh Christians! Oh Christians! Oh had 
 
 you not rather, 
 Be shouting in glory with your blessed 
 
 Father, 
 Where elouds, and temptation, and 
 
 pain and vexation, 
 Are all lost for ever in perfect bright 
 
 day. 
 
 6 This moment the angels are hovering 
 
 round us, 
 And joining with mortals to praise 
 
 their sweet king; 
 And waiting for Jesus to call and to 
 
 crown us, 
 To make the bright arches of heaven 
 
 to ring. 
 There with our dear father we ? I* meet 
 
 one another, 
 The wife, and the husband, the sister 
 
 and brother, 
 In the blest ocean of love's sweet emo- 
 tion, 
 Salvation through Jesus, for ever we'll 
 
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 HYMN XVII. 
 
 i T OVE divine, all loves excelling, 
 ■*-* Joy of heav'n to earth come down; 
 Fix in ns thy humble dwelling, 
 
 All thy faithful mercies crown; 
 Jesus, thou art all compassion, 
 
 Pure, unbounded love thou art; 
 Visit us with thy salvation, 
 
 Enter ev'ry trembling heart. 
 
 2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving Spirit 
 
 Into ev'ry troubled breast! 
 Let us all in thee inherit, 
 
 Let us find that second rest: 
 Take away our bent of sinning, 
 
 Alpha and Omega be, 
 End of faith as its beginning, 
 
 Set our hearts at liberty. 
 
 3 Come, Almighty to deliver, 
 
 Let tis all thy grace receive, 
 Suddenly return, and never, 
 
 Never more thy temples leave: 
 Thee we would be always blessing, 
 
 Serve thee as thy hosts above, 
 Pray and praise thee without ceasing, 
 
 Glory in thy perfect love. 
 
 h Finish then thy new creation, 
 Pure and spotless let us be; 
 Let us see thy great salvation, 
 Perfectly restor'd in thee; 
 
 
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 Chang'd from glory into glory, 
 Till in heav'n we take our place, 
 
 Till we east our crowns before thee, 
 Lost in wonder, love, and praise! 
 
 HYMN XVIII. 
 
 1 T| APID my days and months run on, 
 -*-*' How soon another year is gone! 
 How swift my golden moments roll, 
 How much neglected by my soul! 
 
 2 Let me begin with holy fear 
 
 This new, this fleeting, flying year; 
 Too many unimproved have pass ? d, 
 This year, perhaps, may be my last. 
 
 3 Give me, great God, an hee^rt to pray, 
 Let all old things be done away; 
 Give me new strength to conquer sin, 
 And plant new holiness within. 
 
 4 I ask new wisdom for this year, 
 New fitness for my trials here; 
 Of every grace a richer store, 
 My God to love and honour more. 
 
 5 This year, unsheath the gospel sword! 
 Let every nation serve the Lord: 
 Visit thy church, and may she bear 
 Much glorious fruit this blessed year. 
 
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 HYMN XIX. 
 
 1 rpHE fields are all white, and tlie 
 -*■ harvest is near, 
 
 The reapers all with their sharp sickels 
 
 appear, 
 To reap down the wheat, and gather it 
 
 in harns, 
 Whilst the wild plants of nature are left 
 
 there to burn. 
 
 2 Come O then my soul meditate on that 
 
 day 
 When all things in nature shall cease 
 
 and decay; 
 The trumpet will sound, and the angels 
 
 appear, 
 Po reap from the earth both the wheat 
 
 and the tare. 
 
 > Then hear the kind Judge, in that 
 
 dreadful alarm, 
 Go, gather my saints, bring them home 
 
 to my arms; 
 Let the seven last plagues be pour'd 
 
 forth upon those 
 Who blaspheme my name, and my saints 
 
 do oppose. 
 
 * Then hear the sad cries, that ascend 
 
 to the sky, 
 Df those in distress, and have no where 
 
 to fly! 
 
 
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 Calling on the rocks and the mountains 
 
 to fall 
 On their guilty souls, and to hide them 
 
 from all! 
 
 5 But all will be vain, for the mountains 
 must flee, 
 
 The rocks all dissolve and no covert 
 
 shall be! 
 The earth it shall quake, and the sea 
 
 shall retire, 
 And the whole world below will be all 
 
 on fire! 
 
 6 Then O wretched sinner look up and 
 espy, 
 
 The once slighted Jesus descend fromj 
 
 the sky; 
 In a charriot of fire to th' earth he'll 
 
 come down, 
 A guard of bright angels attending him 
 
 round. 
 
 7 The trumpet will sound: come your 
 sentence receive; 
 
 No longer my spirit shall strive and be 
 
 griev'd: 
 My judgment is come, and my sentence; 
 
 is just; 
 Come hither believers, depart all you; 
 
 curs'd! ] 
 
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 3 O sinners, take warning, and seek you 
 
 the Lord, 
 t have not been jesting, it is Jesus's 
 
 word; 
 That the followers of Jesus in glory 
 
 shall stand, 
 Whilst all unbelievers are sure to be 
 
 damn'd. 
 
 9 And now I advise you to seek out for 
 
 aid, 
 May God give instruction to what I have 
 
 said: 
 May your souls be engaged in faith and 
 
 pray'r, 
 That thro' mercy you all may meet 
 
 Christ in the air. 
 
 HYMN XX. 
 
 1 XTE saints of God come hear me tell, 
 
 -*- The wonders of Emanuel; 
 How he doth send his truths abroad, 
 To bring lost sinners home to God: 
 He sends his word of power divine, 
 And searches out the inmost mind; 
 Exposes sin most clear to view, 
 And tells the sinner what to do! 
 Namely, repent and turn to God, 
 And thereby shun his vengeful rod. 
 
 2 I was a sinner stout and bold, 
 On satan's list was I enroll'd, 
 
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 To fight against the powers above. 
 And slight the oilers of God's love: 
 But I grew weak and faint in fight, 
 Because from God 1 got my light; 
 Which show'd me plain that hell was 
 
 mine, 
 For using him, my God unkind: 
 So weak was I against that king, 
 That not one conquest could I win! 
 As I walk'd out one morning faiiy 
 To think on God and take the air; 
 I view'd the field of battle round, 
 To see what riches could be found, 
 But O! what carnage did I see, 
 By Jesus Christ's own company: 
 Who had one sword which all did 
 
 wield, 
 Attended with a pow'rful shield; 
 Which sword they thrust thro' ev'ry 
 
 heart, 
 And made their foes both ache and 
 
 smart. 
 
 Some lay as dead upon the ground, 
 Yet they had life to breathe and mourn? 
 Their death to God, and life to sin, 
 Did plague them as a poison'd stingl 
 And when I look'd to see their store, 
 Which God had cali'dfor o'er and o'er; 
 I thought some plunder then to gain, 
 But all was sin ? and filth, and stain! 
 
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 Such trash enough I had in store, 
 And wished then to have no more. 
 
 5 But O! ye curious come and see, 
 The wounds they give their enemy; 
 What caution they do use in strife, 
 To bring on death yet save the life! 
 And as they pierce their hearts most 
 
 sore, 
 So as to make them cry and roar; 
 The saints round them do shout and 
 
 sing, 
 In honour of their heav'nly king: 
 Because the conquest they do gain, 
 Brings life and peace to all their slain. 
 
 6 I turn' d again the spoil to view, 
 To see if there were nothing new; 
 That I might take as mine own part, 
 And thereby cheer a troubled hear*. 
 But how surprised yet was I, 
 
 To find the spoil all of one dye; 
 Nothing but sin was ta'en away, 
 From those who did for quarters pray 
 All good remain'd, with those whom 
 
 God 
 Had conquer'd by his gospel sword: 
 
 7 Surely said I here's good indeed, 
 The very blessings which I need; 
 And could I only make them mine, 
 I'd die the death which God enjoins: 
 
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 For as the gain is all to me, 
 
 I can't object to being free; 
 
 So I'll cast oft* my fleshly sword, 
 
 And own I'm conquer'd by the Lord: 
 
 Sure humbled now I'd better be, 
 
 Than suffer through eternity. 
 
 HYMN XXI. 
 
 1 T» EHOLD that great and awful day 
 ■*-* Of parting soon will come, 
 When sinners must be hurl'd away; 
 
 And Christians gather'd home! 
 
 2 The one with Dives for water cry, 
 And gnaw their tongues with pain. 
 
 They gnash their teeth, in horrors lie; 
 And wring their hands in vain. 
 
 3 Now hail! ye doleful frighted ghosts. 
 With whom I once did dwell, 
 
 And spent my days in frantic mirth, 
 And danc'd my soul to hell! 
 
 4 You me about the floor did drag, 
 And caus'd my soul to sin; 
 
 And devils now your mouth shall gag. 
 And force the fuel in. 
 
 5 Perhaps the parent sees the child 
 Sink down to endless pain, 
 
 With shrieks, and howls, and bitter 
 cries, 
 Never to rise again. 
 
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 6 O father! see my blazing hands, 
 
 Mother! behold your child! 
 Against you now, a witness stands 
 Amidst the flames confin'd! 
 
 7 The child, perhaps, the parent views, 
 
 Go headlong down to hell; 
 Gone with the rest of satan's crew, 
 And bids the child farewell! 
 
 8 The husband sees his piteous wife, 
 
 With whom he once did dwell, 
 Depart with groans and bitter cries, 
 My husband! fare you well! 
 
 9 But O, perhaps, the wife may see, 
 
 The man she once did love, 
 Sink down to endless misery, 
 Whilst she is crown'd above! 
 
 10 Then shall the saints through grace 
 
 combin'd, 
 Drink in eternal love: 
 In Jesus' image there to shine, 
 And reign with him above. 
 
 11 O how it lifts my soul to think, 
 
 Of meeting round the throne, 
 
 Eternal joys there for to drink, 
 
 Where sorrows never come. 
 
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 HYMN XXII. 
 
 i A/f Y soul's full of glory it fires my 
 
 i-^-i- tongue, 
 Could I meet with angels I'd sing them 
 
 a song; 
 I'd sing of my Jesus and tell of his 
 
 charms, 
 And ask them to hear me to Jesus's arms. 
 
 2 Methinks they're descending to hear 
 while 1 sing, 
 
 Well pleas'd to hear mortals all praising 
 
 their king; 
 Oh angels! Oh angelsi my soul's in a 
 
 flame! 
 [ sink in sweet raptures at Jesus's name. 
 
 3 O Jesus! O Jesus! thou balm of my 
 soul, 
 
 Through faith in thy merits, I now am 
 
 made whole; 
 5h bring me to view thee, thou precious 
 
 sweet king, 
 [n ocean's of glory thy praises to sing. 
 
 Oh heaven! Oh heaven! I long to be 
 
 there, 
 [*o meet all my brethren and Jesus my 
 
 dear; 
 ly soul while I'm singing is ready to fly 
 With a flaming bright convoy to God in 
 
 the sky, 
 
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 5 Sweet spirits attend me, till Jesus shall 
 
 come, 
 Protect and defend me till I am call'd 
 
 home; 
 Tlio" worms my poor body may claim as 
 
 their prey, 
 Shall outshine when rising the sun of 
 
 noon day. 
 
 6 The sun shall be darken'd, the moon 
 
 turn'd to blood. 
 
 The earth all on fire by the vengeance 
 of God; 
 
 Tho' lightnings are flashing and thun- 
 ders do roar, 
 
 All this shall not daunt me on Canaan's 
 bright shore. 
 
 7 The thought of bright glory o'er- 
 
 whelmeth my soul, 
 1 sink in sweet rapture, I view the bright 
 
 goal; 
 My soul while I'm singing is leaping to 
 
 This moment I'm willing to leave all 
 below. 
 
 8 Farewell, my dear brethren, the Lord 
 
 bids me come, 
 Farewell, my dear sisters I'm now go 
 ing homej 
 
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 Sweet angels are whispering so soft iu 
 
 my ear, 
 Away to my Saviour, my spirit they'll 
 
 bear. 
 
 9 I'm going, I'm going, ah! what do I 
 
 see, 
 'Tis Jesus in glory appeareth to me; 
 To heaven! to heaven! I'm going now 
 
 soon, 
 Oh glory! Oil glory! it's my happy 
 
 home. 
 
 that are wandering home. 
 
 HYMN 
 
 1 XTE pilgrims t 
 -*- The foll'wers of the Lamb, 
 Sweeter to me than honey comb, 
 Is Christ's despised name. 
 
 2 Let us with undissembled love, 
 
 Like children hand in hand, 
 Walk to our Father's house above 
 And to the promis'd land. 
 
 3 You heard the gospel trumpet sound, 
 
 Take the alarm, and fly; 
 Arise, and now to Christ be gone, 
 For there is danger nigh. 
 
 4 You little flock, I bid adieu, 
 
 Our parting is to day; 
 O may you all to Christ prove true, 
 And always watch and pray. 
 
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 5 So if we never meet below, 
 
 Let us our lamps prepare, 
 To meet when the Lord's trump shall 
 blow, 
 And in his glory share. 
 
 6 We need not wait but few days more, 
 
 And we shall meet above, 
 Where fear and parting ne'er can come, 
 In that sweet world of love. 
 
 T 'Tis there with Christ in Paradise, 
 We shall for ever dwell, 
 Till then let's pray, both night and day, 
 And so dear friends, farewell. 
 
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 HYMN XXIV. 
 
 OW, whilst I try my heart 
 
 By this unerring word, 
 My conscience can assert 
 I truly fear the Lord: 
 I cannot tread the paths of sin, 
 I long for holiness within. 
 
 Yes, holiness- of heart' 
 
 I would more largely sharej 
 
 I mourn with inward smart 
 The evils that are there: 
 I hate my thoughts, because they're 
 
 sans 
 
 I would from ev*rv sin abstain. 
 
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 3 I'd have this wretched pride 
 
 These covetous desires; 
 I ? d have them crucified, 
 
 For God my heart requires: 
 Jesus do thou these foes subdue, 
 Make me still more sincere and true. 
 
 4 I'd live alone to thee, 
 
 I love t' obey thy word, 
 Well pleas'd that thou shouldst be 
 
 My Saviour and my Lord. 
 To thee I now resign my heart, 
 Renew it, Lord, in ev'ry part. 
 
 HYMN XXV. 
 
 i SALVATION!- O the joyful sound! 
 ^ What pleasure to our ears! 
 A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 
 A cordial for our fears. 
 
 Glory, honour, praise, and power, 
 Be unto the Lamb for ever; 
 Jesus Christ is our Redeemer! 
 Hallelujah! praise the Lord! 
 
 2 Salvation! let the echo fly 
 The spacious earth around, 
 While all the armies of the sky 
 Conspire to raise the sound. 
 
 Glorv, &c. 
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 Salvation! O thou bleeding Lamb! 
 
 To thee (he praise belongs: 
 Salvation shall inspire our hearts, 
 
 And dwell upon our tongues. 
 
 Glory, &c. 
 
 HYMN XXVI. 
 TJOLY God, and hast thou sent 
 -"-Me here to preach to-day; 
 O baptize my soul with fire, 
 
 And point ine out the way: 
 When I draw the Gospel bow, 
 
 Jesus let thine arrows fly, 
 May each sinner feel this day, 
 
 That thou for him didst die. 
 
 Lord we have assembled here, 
 
 To hear what thou wouldst say; 
 Some come from the east and west, 
 
 Yea north and south, to pray: 
 If I am sent to preach thy word, 
 
 Holy God display thy pow'r, 
 And may we have a pentecost, 
 
 A sweet refreshing show'r. 
 Sinners, Lord, are trembling now, 
 
 The tears are trickling down, 
 Keen conviction decks their brew, 
 
 While they behold thy frown. 
 O for justifying grace, 
 
 O for thy converting powV, 
 
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 Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake 
 A sweet refreshing show'r. 
 
 Here backsliding Peter too, 
 
 That left the narrow way; 
 O my Lord; shall they be damn'd? 
 
 Shall they be devil's prey? 
 If there's mercy for their souls, 
 
 O now reach them by thy pow'r; 
 Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 A sweet refreshing show'r. 
 
 Here are some, though justified, 
 
 Who feel their inbred sin, 
 And they long to see the day 
 
 When they shall be made clean. 
 O for sanctifying grace, 
 
 O for purifying pow'r: 
 Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 A sweet refreshing show'r. 
 
 Lord of heav'n and earth descend, 
 
 And feed thy lambs to-day, 
 Help us in thy name to preach, 
 
 To hear, to see, and pray. 
 O for streams of grace and love, 
 
 O for floods of life and pow'r, 
 Lord, we beg, for Jesus' sake, 
 
 A sweet and gospel show'r. 
 
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 HYMN XXVII. 
 
 BURST ye emerald gates and bring 
 To my raptur'd vision, 
 All the ecstatic joys, that spring 
 
 Round the bright elysian; 
 Lo! we lift our longing eyes, 
 
 Break the intervening skies; 
 Sun of righteousness arise, 
 Ope the gates of Paradise! 
 
 Floods of everlasting light, 
 
 Swiftly flash before him; 
 Myriads with supreme delight, 
 
 Instantly adore him; 
 Angel trumps resound his fame, 
 
 Lutes of lucid gold proclaim, 
 All the music of his name; 
 
 Heaven echoing the theme. 
 
 Four and twenty Elders rise, 
 
 From their princely station; 
 Sing his glorious victories, 
 
 Shout the great salvation; 
 Cast their crowns before his throne. 
 
 Cry in reverential tone, 
 Glory be to God alone, 
 
 Holy! hojy! holy one. 
 Hark — the thrilling symphonies, 
 
 Seem, methinks, to seize us-— 
 
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 Join we too the holy lays — 
 
 Jesus — Jesus — Jesus! 
 Sweetest somd in seraph's song, 
 
 Sweetest note on mortal's tongue, 
 Sweetest carol ever sung — 
 
 Jesus — Jesus, flow along. 
 
 HYMN XXVIII. 
 
 1 npHOUGH Zion afflicted witJi wave 
 
 -*- upon wave, 
 Whom no man can comfort, nor no man 
 
 can save; 
 With trifling and roving my strength 
 
 has deeliu'd, 
 Through tempests and tossings he'll 
 
 bring thee to land. 
 
 2 Forget thee I will not, I care for thy 
 
 name, 
 Engraved on my heart it doth vet re- 
 
 mam, 
 The palms of my hands, when I look 
 
 on and see, 
 The wounds I received when I suffered 
 
 for thee. 
 
 3 I feel at my heart all thy sighs and 
 
 thy groans, 
 For thou art most nigh me. o'er Uiea 
 I do mourn, 
 
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 In all thy afflictions, my head feels the 
 
 pain, 
 They are all most neetful, not one is 
 
 in vain. 
 
 4- O fearful, O faithless, how weak is thy 
 
 care, 
 For skilful the pilot that stands for to 
 
 steer, 
 Through much tribulation my people 
 
 I'll bring, 
 And when I'm in heaven, the louder 
 
 I'll sing. 
 
 5 The day of eternal redemption draws 
 , » near, 
 When Jesus our Saviour will dry up 
 
 our tears, 
 Our bodies and souls shall his glory 
 
 partake, 
 When the trumpet shall sound and the 
 nations shall wake. 4 
 
 HYMN XXIX. 
 
 1 AJT Saviour, my almighty Friend, 
 lv_l When I begin thy praise. 
 Where will the growing numbers end, 
 The numbers of thy grace? 
 
 % Thou art my everlasting trust, 
 Thy goodness I adore: 
 
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 Send down thy grace, O blessed Lord, 
 That I may love thee more. 
 
 3 My feet shall travel all the length 
 
 Of the celestial road: 
 And march with courage in thy 
 strength, 
 To see the Lord my God. 
 
 4 Awake, awake my tuneful pow'rs. 
 
 With this delightful song, 
 And entertain the darkest hours, 
 Nor think the season long. 
 
 HYMN XXX. 
 
 1 TTOW should the morning of my days, 
 -*--*- Be spent in humble prayer and 
 
 praise 
 To Him who gave me life and breath, 
 And still preserves my soul from death, 
 
 2 God has from sleep restor'd my sight, 
 I'll praise him for the morning light: 
 For his protecting grace I'll pray, 
 
 To guard and keep me all the day. 
 
 3 I'll still resolve to seek his face, 
 And praise him for redeeming grace j 
 I love his name I love his Word, 
 
 I love communion with the Lord. 
 
 4 Up to his throne I'll lift my eye*-.. 
 He will regard my early cries: 
 
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 He will not frown my soul away, 
 He loves to hear his children pray. 
 
 5 To him I'll dedicate my days, 
 Then shall I prosper in my ways: 
 And whilst my calling I pursue 
 His praise shall terminate my view. 
 
 6 O may his condescending love 
 Still draw my heart to things above; 
 That I among his saints may know 
 The joys of heaven begun below. 
 
 HYMN XXXI. 
 
 1 rpHE spacious firmament on high, 
 -*- With all the blue ethereal sky, 
 And spangled heavens (a shining. 
 
 frame!) 
 Their great original proclaim: 
 The sal weary 'd sun, from day to day 
 Doth his creator's pow'r display, 
 And publishes to ev'ry land 
 The work of an Almighty hand. 
 
 2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail, 
 The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, 
 And nightly to the list'ning earth 
 Repeats the story of her birth: 
 While all the stars that round her burn, 
 And all the planets in their turn, 
 Confirm the tidings as they roil, 
 And spread the truth from pole to pole. 
 
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 3 What though, in solemn silence, all 
 Move round the dark terrestrial ball; 
 What though no real voice nor sound 
 Amid the radiant orbs be found; 
 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
 And utter forth a glorious voice, 
 For ever singing as they shine, 
 " The hand that made us is divine.?* 5 
 
 HYMN XXXII. 
 
 1 QEE the eternal judge descending.. 
 ^ Seated on his azure throne; 
 
 Xow poor sinner Christ will shew thee 
 That he is the eternal Son. 
 
 Trumpets call thee. 
 Come to hear thy awful doom. 
 
 2 Hear the sinner thus lamenting, 
 
 At the thoughts of future pain; 
 Cries and tears he is now venting 
 
 But he cries and weeps in vain. 
 
 Greatly mourniu2N 
 That he ne'er was born again. 
 
 3 Yonder sits the slighted Saviour, 
 
 With the marks of dying love, 
 Oh! that I had sought his favour, 
 When I felt his spirit move, 
 
 Doom me justlv^cT 
 
 For I have against him strove. 
 
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 * All his wooings have I slighted. 
 While he daily sought my soul, 
 If some vows to him I plighted, 
 Yet for sin I broke them all, 
 
 Golden moments, 
 How neglected did they roll. 
 
 5 Yonder sits my godly neighbour, 
 Who was once despised by me; 
 Now they're cloth'd in dazzling splen- 
 dor, 
 Waiting my sad fate to see, 
 
 Farewell neighbours, 
 Dismal gulf, I'm bound for thee. 
 
 3 Hail ye ghosts that dwell in darkness, 
 Groaning rattling of your chains, 
 Christ has doom'd my doleful sentence, 
 For to dwell in endless pains, 
 
 Down I'm rolling, 
 Never to return again. 
 
 r Now experience plainly shews me, 
 Hell is not a fable thing, 
 There 1 see my friends in glory, 
 Round the throne they ever sing, 
 I'm tormented, 
 With an everlasting sting. 
 
 HYMN XXXIII. 
 t T7ITAL spark of heavenly flame, 
 * Quit, O quit this mortal frame. 
 
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 Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, 
 O the pain, the bliss of dying! 
 Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
 And let me languish into life. 
 
 2 Hark! they whisper, angels say, 
 ' Sister spirit, come away;' 
 What is this absorbs me quite? 
 Steals my senses, shuts my sight? 
 Drowns my spirit, draws my breath? 
 Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 
 
 3 The world recedes, it disappears, 
 Keaven opens on my eyes — my ears 
 With sounds seraphic ring, 
 
 Lend, lend your wings, I mount! I fly 
 O grave, where is thy victory! 
 O death, where is thy sting! 
 
 HYMN XXXIV. 
 
 1 FOUNTAIN of life, to all befow 
 -■- Let thy salvation roll: 
 Water, replenish, and o'erflow 
 
 Ev'ry believing soul. 
 
 2 Into that happy number, Lord. 
 
 Us weary sinners take; 
 Jesus, fulfil thy gracious word, 
 For thine own mercy's sake. 
 
 3 Turn back our nature's rapid iUlfi. 
 
 And we shall flow lo thee. 
 
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 While down the stream of time we glide, 
 To our eternity. 
 
 ]f The well of life to us thou art 
 Of joy the swelling flood; 
 Wafted by thee, with willing heart 
 We swift return to God. 
 
 We soon shall reach the boundless sea, 
 
 Into thy fulness fall; 
 Be lost and swallow'd up in thee, 
 
 Our God, our All in All. 
 
 HYMN XXXV. 
 
 i^OME all ye weary travelers, 
 ^ Now let us join and sing 
 The everlasting praises, 
 
 Of Jesus our great King. 
 We've had a tedious journey, 
 
 And tiresome 'tis true; 
 But see how many dangers 
 
 The Lord has brought us through. 
 
 At first when Jesus found us, 
 
 He call'd us unto him, 
 And pointed out the danger 
 
 Of falling into sin. 
 The world, the flesh, and satan 
 
 Would prove a hurtful snare, 
 Unless we did reject them 
 
 By faith and humble prayer. 
 
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 3 But by our disobedience, 
 
 With sorrow we confess 
 We have had long to wander 
 
 In a dark wilderness: 
 Where we might long have fainted 
 
 In that enchanted ground, 
 But now and then a cluster 
 
 Of pleasant grapes we found. 
 
 4 The pleasant fruits of Canaan 
 
 Give life, and joy, and peace. 
 Revive our drooping spirits, 
 
 And love and strength increase, 
 To confess our Lord and master, 
 
 And run at his command, 
 And hasten on your journey 
 
 Unto the promis'd land. 
 
 5 In faith, and hope, and patience, 
 
 We often do rejoice, 
 And Jesus and his people 
 
 For ever are our choice. 
 In peace and consolation 
 
 We now are going on 
 The pleasing road to Canaan, 
 
 Where Jesus Christ is gone. 
 
 6 Sinners why stand ye idle, 
 
 While we thus march along! 
 Has Jesus never told you 
 That you are going wrong, 
 
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 Down the broad road to darkness, 
 
 To bear an endless curse? 
 Forsake your ways of sinning, 
 
 And come and go with us. 
 
 But if you will refuse it, 
 
 We bid you all farewell, 
 We're on the road to Canaan, 
 
 And you the road to hell: 
 We're sorry thus to leave you^ 
 
 We'd rather you would go; 
 Come try a bleeding Saviour, 
 
 And see the waters flow. 
 
 Now to the King immortal 
 
 Be everlasting praise, 
 For in his holy service, 
 
 We long to spend our days, 
 Till we arrive at Canaan, 
 
 The glorious world above, 
 With everlasting wonder 
 
 To praise redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN XXXVI. 
 
 WHEN man in sin's wild maze was 
 lost, 
 And on impetuous billows tost, 
 Whik hope and help, no creature 
 
 knows, 
 Lo, God his vast compassion shows, 
 His dear and only son bestows, 
 
 For man to die. 
 
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 2 height, O length, O breadth, O deep! 
 What love with thine, can measure 
 
 keep; 
 Love, that from glory brought our God, 
 That plung'd him deep, in sorrow's 
 
 flood, 
 That piere'd his soul, and drain'd his 
 
 blood, 
 
 What love like his. 
 
 3 O, may at length my willing breast, 
 Be all with love of thee possess'd, 
 With heavenly fire, as on the wing, 
 May I thy praise in rapture sing, 
 Thy boundless praise, my God, my 
 
 King, 
 
 And thee adore. 
 
 4 Now is the Father's wrath appeased, 
 God with his people fully pleased, 
 Let Jesus, then share all our songs. 
 To him, eternal praise belongs, 
 Hosanna, on our hearts and tongues, 
 
 For evermore. 
 
 5 Immortal honours, endless fame, 
 Attend the almighty Father's name; 
 The Saviour Son, be glorified, 
 Who for lost man's redemption died, 
 Creator, Spirit, by whose aid, 
 
 We worship thee- 
 
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 HYMN XXXVII. 
 
 t T ORD, search and try this heart of 
 -*-^ mine, 
 
 Put ev'ry sin to death: 
 I long to see my pride resign 
 
 Its pestilential breath. 
 
 2 I dread its power, I hate its name, 
 
 Its sad effects I fear: 
 Extinguish,Lord, this dang'rous flame* 
 Nor let one spark appear. 
 
 3 Hide it for ever from mine eyes, 
 
 Its hellish rage controul; 
 Lest wrath destructive from the skies 
 Consume my guilty soul. 
 
 4 In dust and ashes I would lie, 
 
 As less, as worse than naught, 
 And mourn, that such a wretch as I 
 Should have one haughty thought. 
 
 5 Form, Lord, each motion of my heart 
 
 Obedient to thy will: 
 In thee the humble soul has part, 
 My breast let meekness fill. 
 
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 HYMN XXXVIII. 
 
 t l^THAT hath the world to equal 
 " this, 
 The solid peace, the heav'nly bliss; 
 
 The joys iuiinortal love divine, 
 The love of Jesus ever mine: 
 
 Greater joys I'm born to know, 
 From terrestial to celestial, 
 
 When I up to Jesus go. 
 
 2 When I shall leave this house of clay. 
 Glorious angels shall convey; 
 
 Upon their golden wings shall I, 
 Be wafted far above the sky; 
 
 There behold him free from harm, 
 Beauties vernal spring eternal, 
 
 In my lovely Jesus' arms. 
 
 3 There in sweet silence raptures wait, 
 Till the saints' numbers is compleat; 
 
 Till the last trump of God shall 
 sound, 
 Break ope the graves and tear the 
 ground: 
 There descending with the Lamb, 
 Every spirit shall inherit, 
 Bodies of eternal frame. 
 
 4 O tiresome world, when will it end, 
 When shall I see my heav'nly friend; 
 
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 When will my lovely Jesus come, 
 And take his weary pilgrims home? 
 
 When shall I meet him in the sky, 
 There adore him, fell before him, 
 
 And holy, holy, holy cry. 
 
 HYMN XXXIX. 
 
 i FAREWELL, dear friend! a lone 
 x farewell! 5 
 
 For we shall meet no more, 
 Till we are rais'd with thee to dwell 
 On Zion's happier shore. 
 
 2 Our friend and sister, lo! is dead, 
 
 The cold and lifeless clay 
 Has made in dust it's silent bed, 
 And there it must decay. 
 
 3 But is she dead? No, no, she live*: 
 
 Her nobler spirit flies 
 To heav'n above, and there receives 
 The long expected prize. 
 
 4 Methinks I see her joyful stand 
 
 Before the God of heav'n: 
 He smiles— she enters Zion's land, 
 And her reward is giv'n. 
 
 5 In robes of innocence and love 
 
 Her virgin soul is dress'dj 
 
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 And all the angel hosts above 
 Rejoice to see her bless'd. 
 
 6 Then let us dry our mournful tears, 
 
 From gloomy grief refrain; 
 In heav'n our sister now appears, 
 And will for ever reign. 
 
 7 A little while, and we shall go 
 
 To yonder happy skies; 
 And join our friend we lov ? d below, 
 In everlasting joys. 
 
 8 Farewell, dear friend, again farewell! 
 
 Soon we shall rise to thee: 
 And when we meet, no tongue ean tell! 
 How great our joy shall be! 
 
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 WHEN, gracious Lord, when shall 
 it be, 
 That I shall find my all in thee! 
 The fulness of thy promise prove, 
 The seal of thine eternal love? 
 
 2 A poor blind child I wander here, 
 If haply I may feel thee near; 
 O dark! dark! dark! I still must say, 
 Amid the blaze of gospel day. 
 
 Thee* only thee, I fain would find, 
 And cast the world and sin behind: 
 
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 Thou, only thou, to me be given, 
 Of all thou hast in earth or heaven. 
 
 5 When from the arm of flesh set free, 
 Jesus, my soul shall fly to thee: 
 Jesus, when I have lost my all, 
 I shall upon thy bosom fall. 
 
 HYMNXLI. 
 
 1 |^J-OD of my salvation, hear, 
 " And help me to believe; 
 Simply do I now draw near, 
 
 Thy blessing to receive: 
 Full of guilt, alas! I am, 
 
 But to thy wounds for refuge flee: 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 3 Standing now as newly slain, 
 
 To thee I lift mine eye, 
 Balm of all my grief and pain, 
 
 Thy blood is always nigh: 
 Now as yesterday, the same 
 
 Thou art, and wilt for ever be: 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 3 Nothing have I, Lord to pay, 
 Which can thy grace procure; 
 Empty send me not away, 
 For I, thou know'st am poori 
 
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 Dust and ashes is my name, 
 
 My all is sin and misery; 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me, 
 
 No good word, or work, or thought, 
 
 Bring I to buy thy grace; 
 Pardon I accept unbought, 
 
 Thy proffer I embrace: 
 Coming as at first I came, 
 
 To take, and not bestow on thee: 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 Saviour from thy wounded side 
 
 I never will depart, 
 Here will I my spirit hide 
 
 When I am pure in heart: 
 Till my place above I claim, 
 
 This only shall be ail my plea, 
 Friend of sinners, spotless Lamb, 
 
 Thy blood was shed for me. 
 
 HYMN XLII. 
 
 HARK! from the tombs a doleful 
 sound, 
 My ears attend the cry; 
 * ; Ye living men, come view the ground 
 u Where you must shortly lie. 
 
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 2 " Princes, this clay must be yottr bed, 
 
 " In spite of all your towers; 
 " The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, 
 " Must lie as low as ours." 
 
 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? 
 
 And are we still secure? 
 Still walking downwards to our tomb, 
 And yet prepare no more. 
 
 £ Grant us the power cf quickening 
 grace, 
 To fit our souls to fly; 
 Then when we drop this dying flesh, 
 We'll rise above the sky. 
 
 HYMN XLIII. 
 
 i. nriHE reason we love friendship, 
 -*- Wc will deny to no man, 
 How shall, how shall, how shall we, 
 
 Who are thus forni'd for happiness, 
 E'er slight a loving Christian, 
 
 Since Jesus, Jesus, hath died on the 
 tree, 
 For to deliver man, 
 
 From violence and treason. 
 That we might love each other, 
 
 And seek our soul's salvation, 
 "Twas love that mov'd the mighty 
 God 
 
 For to redeem the nation, 
 That happy, happy, they might be. 
 
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 2 111 the feast days, in ancient times, 
 Jesus stood thus crying, 
 Who so thirsteth, let every man 
 
 Come unto me and freely drink, 
 And thus be sav'd from dying. 
 
 For sweetly, surely, there nothing 
 else can 
 Quench the immortal thirst 
 
 That in your heart is glowing. 
 Come then and drink the streams of 
 Grace. 
 Which are so freely flowing, 
 Saying, drink my love, my only dove, 
 For you it is a flowing — 
 
 ^Then happy, happy, you shall be. 
 Let us who have begun to taste 
 The sweets of this salvation, 
 So follow, follow, let us follow on, 
 
 Believing we shall ever come, 
 Resisting all temptation. 
 
 Since Jesus, Jesus, since Jesus the 
 Son, 
 With outstretch'd arms, 
 
 And voice that's so inviting, 
 To purling streams of purest joys, 
 
 Is thus our souls exciting, 
 Let us impart to him our hearts, 
 
 By faith and love uniting: 
 Then happy, happy, we shall be. 
 
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 HYMN XLIV. 
 
 1 JT|AY of judgment, day of wonders! 
 U Hark! the trumpet's awful sound, 
 Louder than a thousand thunders, 
 
 Shakes the vast creation round! 
 How the summons will the sinner's 
 heart confound! 
 
 2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 
 
 Cloth'd in majesty divine; 
 You who long for his appearing, 
 
 Then shall say, this God is mine! 
 Gracious Saviour, own me in that day 
 for thine! 
 
 3 At his call the dead awaken, 
 
 Rise to life from earth to sea; 
 All the powers of nature shaken. 
 
 By his looks prepare to flee: 
 Careless sinner, what will then become 
 of thee? 
 
 4* Horrors past imagination, 
 
 Will surprise your trembling heart, 
 When you hear your condemnation, 
 " Henee accursed wretch, depart! 
 Thou with satan and his angels have 
 thy part." 
 
 5 Satan, who now tries to please you, 
 Lest you timely warning take, 
 
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 When that word is past, will seize you- 
 
 Plunge you in the burning lake: 
 Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all's 
 at stake. 
 
 But to those who have confessed, 
 Loved and served the Lord below; 
 
 He will say, " Come near ye blessed, 
 See the kingdom I bestow: 
 
 You for ever shall my love and glory 
 know." 
 
 Under sorrows and reproaehes, 
 
 May this thought your courage raise! 
 
 Swiftly God's great day approaches, 
 Sighs shall then be chang'd to praise: 
 
 We shall triumph when the world is 
 in a blaze. 
 
 HYMN XLV. 
 
 1 TfAREWELL, dear friends, I must 
 
 -*- be gone, 
 
 I have no home or stay with you; 
 I'll take my staff and travel on, 
 'Till I a better world do view: 
 
 Farewell, farewell, farewell. 
 My loving friends, Farewell. 
 
 3 Farewell my friends, time rolls along. 
 Nor waits for mortal's care or bliss; 
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 1 leave you here and travel on. 
 Till I arrive where Jesus is. 
 
 Farewell, &c. 
 
 Farewell my brethren in the Lord, 
 
 To you I'm bound in cords of love; 
 Tet we believe his gracious word, 
 And soon we all shall meet above, 
 Farewell, &e. 
 Farewell old soldiers of the cross, 
 You've struggled long and hard for 
 heaven; 
 You've counted all things here but 
 dross, 
 Fiajht on, the crown shall soon be 
 
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 giv'n. 
 
 Fight on, fight on, fight on, 
 The crown shall soon be given. 
 
 Farewell ye blooming sons of God, 
 Sore conflicts yet await for you; 
 
 Yet dauntless keep the heavenly road 
 
 Till Canaan's happy land you view. 
 
 Farewell, &e. 
 
 Farewell poor careless sinners too, 
 
 It grieves my heart to leave you here, 
 Eternal vengeance waits for you; 
 O turn and find salvation near. 
 
 O turn, O turn, O turn, 
 And find salvation near. 
 
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 HYMN XL VI. 
 
 1 f\F him who did salvation bring, 
 ^-^ I could for ever thinks and sing, 
 Arise, ye guilty, he'll forgive: 
 Arise, ye needy, he'll relieve. 
 
 2 Ask but his grace, and lo, 'tis given; 
 Ask, and he turns your hell to heav'n; 
 Though sin and sorrow wound my soul, 
 Jesus, thy balm will make it whole. 
 
 3 To shame our sins heblush'd in blood, 
 He clos'd his eyes to shew us God; 
 Let all the world fall down and know: 
 That none but God such love can show. 
 
 4 'Tis thee I love, for thee alone 
 
 I shed my tears and make my moan; 
 Where'er I am, where'er I move, 
 I meet the object of my love. 
 
 5 Insatiate to this sprjng I fiy; 
 I drink, and yet am 'ever dry; 
 
 Ah! who against thy charms is proof: 
 Ah! who that loves, can love enough? 
 
 HYMN XLVII. 
 
 1 TXE dies, the friend of sinners dies! 
 •""*• Lo! Salem's daughters weep 
 around; 
 
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 A solemn darkness veils the skies! 
 A sudden trembling shakes the 
 ground! 
 Come, saints, and drop a tear or two 
 For him who groan'd beneath your 
 load! 
 He shed a thousand drops for you, 
 A thousand drops of richer blood. 
 
 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 
 
 The Lord of glory dies for man! 
 But lo! what sudden joys we see; 
 
 Jesus, the dead revives again! 
 The rising God forsakes the tomb: 
 
 (In vain the tomb forbids his rise) 
 Cherubic legions guard him home, 
 
 And shout him welcome to the skies. 
 
 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell, 
 How high our great deliv'rer reigns; 
 Sing how lie spoil'd the hosts of hell. 
 And led the monster death in chains! 
 Say, " Live for ever, wond'rous King! 
 " Born to redeem, and strong to 
 save!" 
 Then ask the monster — " Where's thy 
 sting? 
 " And where's thy vict'ry, boasting 
 crave?" 
 
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 HYMN XL VIII. 
 
 TV/TY thoughts on awful subjects roll, 
 -L*-*- Damnation and the dead; 
 What horrors seize the guilty soul 
 Upon a dying bed] 
 
 Lingering about these mortal shores, 
 
 She makes a long delay, 
 Till like a flood, with rapid force, 
 
 Death sweeps the wretch away. 
 
 Then swift and dreadful she descends 
 
 Down to the fiery coast, 
 Amongst abominable fiends 
 
 Herself a frighted ghost. 
 There endless crowds of sinners lie, 
 
 And darkness makes their chains: 
 Tortur'd with keen despair they cry. 
 
 Yet wait for fiercer pains. 
 
 Not all their anguish and their blood 
 For their old guilt atones, 
 
 Nor the compassion of a God 
 Shall hearken to their groans. 
 
 Amazing grace, that kept my breath. 
 
 Nor bid my soul remove, 
 Till I had learn'd my Saviour's death, 
 
 And well insur d his love. 
 
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 HYMN XLIX. 
 
 » T3EF0RE Jehovah's awful throne, 
 -*-* Ye nations bow, with sacred joy: 
 Know that the Lord is God alone, 
 He can create, and he destroy. 
 
 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 
 Made us of clay and form'd us men! 
 And when like wand'ring sheep we 
 stray'd, 
 Pie brought us to his fold again. 
 A \\ "e'll crowd thy gates with thankful 
 songs, 
 High as the heav'ns our voices raise: 
 And earth with her ten thousand 
 tongues, 
 Shall fill thy courts with sounding 
 praise. 
 
 l Wide as the world, is thy command; 
 Yasl as eternity, thy love: 
 Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
 When rolling years shall cease to 
 move. 
 
 HYMN L. 
 
 1 TESUS, lover of my soul, 
 •* Let me to thy bosom fly, 
 While the nearer waters roll, 
 While the tempest still is high; 
 
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 Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 
 Till the storm of life is past 
 Safe into the haven guide, 
 
 receive my soul at last! 
 
 Other refuge have I none, 
 
 Hangs my helpless soul on thee; 
 Leave, ah! leave me not alone, 
 
 Still support and comfort me! 
 All my trust on thee is stay'd, 
 
 All my help from thee I bring, 
 Cover my defenceless head 
 
 With the shadow of thy wing. 
 Thou, O Christ, art all I want, 
 
 More than all in thee I find, 
 Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, 
 
 Heal the sick and lead the blind: 
 Just and holy is thy name; 
 
 1 am all unrighteousness; 
 False and full of sin I am, 
 
 Thou art full of truth and grace. 
 
 Plenteous grace with thee is found, 
 
 Grace to cover all my sin, 
 Let the healing streams abound, 
 
 Make and keep me pure within; 
 Thou of life the fountain art, 
 
 Freely let me take of thee; 
 Spring thou up within my heart, 
 
 Uise to all eternity! 
 
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 HYMN LI. 
 
 1 rpHERE is a heaven above the skies, 
 •*■ A heaven where pleasure never 
 
 dies, 
 A heaven I sometimes hope to sec, 
 But fear again 'tis not for me. 
 
 But Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, hal- 
 lelujah, 
 Hallelujah, Jesus, Jesus, is my friend. 
 
 2 The way is difficult and straight, 
 And narrow is the gospel gate, 
 Ten thousand dangers are therein, 
 Ten thousand snares to take me in. 
 
 But Jesus, &c. 
 
 3 I travel thro' a world of foes, 
 Thro' conflicts sore my spirit goes, 
 The tempter cries I ne'er shall stand, 
 Nor reach fair Canaan's happy land. 
 
 But Jesus, &c. 
 
 4 The way of danger I am in, 
 Beset with devils, men and sin, 
 But in this way thy track I see, 
 And mark'd with blood it seems to be. 
 
 Sweet Jesus, &c. 
 
 5 Come life, come death, come then 
 
 what will, 
 His footsteps I will follow still, 
 
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 Thro' dangers thick and hell's alarms, 
 I shall be safe in his dear arms. 
 
 O Jesus, &e, 
 
 6 Then, O my soul, arise and sing, 
 Yonder s thy Saviour, friend and king, 
 With pleasing smiles he now looks down, 
 And cries, " press on and here's the 
 crown." O Jesus, &c. 
 
 Prove faithful then a few more days, 
 Fight the good fight and win the race, 
 And then thy soul with me shall reign, 
 Thy head a crown of glory gain. 
 
 O Jesus, &e, 
 
 8 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, 
 Till the last joyful trump shall sound, 
 Then burst the chains with sweet sur- 
 prise, 
 And in my Saviour's image rise. 
 
 O Jesus, &c. 
 
 HYMN LIT. 
 
 HPHUS to each saint, while here be- 
 A low, 
 
 Has God his love express'd; 
 My presence still shall with thee go. 
 
 And I will give thee rest. 
 
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 2 This, as thy comfort thou shalt know, 
 
 The sweetest and the best; 
 My presence shall with thee abide, 
 Jind I will give thee rest. 
 
 3 Though with affliction's swelling tide 
 
 Thou sorely art oppress'd, 
 My presence shall with thee abide, 
 And I will give thee rest. 
 
 4 Though fierce temptations round thee 
 
 flow, 
 And fears thy soul infest; 
 Still shall my presence with thee go, 
 Jind I will give thee rest. 
 
 5 Through all thy pilgrimage below, 
 
 Thou surely shalt be bless'd; 
 Thus shall my presence with thee go, 
 Jind I will give thee rest. 
 
 6 When death to call thee shall appear, 
 
 Still lean upon my breast; 
 My presence shall support thee there, 
 Jind I will give thee rest. 
 
 7 Then let his praise be our employ, 
 
 Till we're of heaven possess'd 
 Jtlis presence there shall we enjoy, 
 And there heHl give us rest. 
 
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 HYMN Lin. 
 
 1 TTOW happy ev'ry child of grace, 
 -*•-■- AVlio knows his sins forgiv'n! 
 This earth, he cries, is not my place, 
 
 I seek my place in heav'n: 
 A country far from mortal sight: 
 
 Yet, O! by faith I see 
 The land of rest, the saints' delight, 
 
 The heav'n prepar'd for me. 
 
 2 O what a blessed hope is ours! 
 
 While here on earth we stay, 
 We more than taste thejieav'nlypo w'rs, 
 
 And antedate that day: 
 We feel the resurrection near, 
 
 Our life in Christ conceal'd, 
 And with his glorious presence here 
 
 Our earthen vessels fill'd. 
 
 3 would he more of heav'n bestow! 
 
 And let the vessels break; 
 Our ransom spirits then shall go, 
 
 To grasp the God we seek; 
 In rapt'rous awe on him I'll gaze, 
 
 Who bought the sight for me, 
 And shout and wonder at his 2:race 
 
 Through all eternity 
 
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 HYMN LIV. 
 
 1 YlfHILE shepherds watch'd their 
 
 " flocks by night, 
 
 All seated on the ground, 
 The angel of the Lord came down, 
 And glory shone around. 
 
 2 « Fear not," said he (for mighty dread 
 
 Had seiz'd their troubled mind;) 
 " Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
 " To you and all mankind. 
 
 S iC To you in David's town this day, 
 " Is born of David's line, 
 " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; 
 " And this shall be the sign, 
 
 4 " The heav'nly babe you there shall 
 find 
 „ To human view display'd, 
 " All meanly wrapp'd in swathing 
 frauds, 
 " And in a manger laid." 
 
 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 
 Appear'd a shining throng 
 Of angels, praising God, on high, 
 And thus address'd their song: 
 
 fr "AH glory be to God, on high, 
 " x\nd to the earth be peace; 
 
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 u Good will henceforth, from heav'n 
 to men, 
 " Begin and never cease." 
 
 HYMN LV. 
 
 1 IVTOW the Saviour stands a pleading 
 ■^ At the sinner's bolted heart, 
 Now in heaven is interceding, 
 
 Undertaking sinners' part. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Sinners can you hate that Saviour, 
 Can you thrust him from your arms; 
 
 Here he died for your behaviour, 
 Now he calls you to his charms. 
 
 2 Now he pleads his sweat and bloodshed, 
 
 Shews his wounded hands and feet — 
 Father save them tho'they 're blood red, 
 Raise them to a heavenly seat. 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 3 Sinners hear your God and Saviour, 
 
 Hear his gracious voice to-day; 
 
 Turn from all your base behaviour, 
 
 Now, return, repent, and pray. 
 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 4 Open now your hearts before him^ 
 
 Bid your Saviour welcome in; 
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 Now receive, and love, adore him, 
 Take a full discharge from sin. 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 5 Now he's waiting to be gracious, 
 
 Now he stands and looks on thee; 
 See what kindness, love, and pity, 
 Shines around, on you and me. 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 6 Come! for all things now are ready 
 
 Yet there's room for many more. 
 O ye blind, ye lame, and needy, 
 Come to grace's boundless store. 
 Sinners, &c. &c. 
 
 HYMN LVI. 
 
 i T3EH0LD how Zion looks abroad, 
 -"-* Like the sweet purple dawn, 
 When with ambrosial light she paints 
 The dew-drops of the lawn. 
 
 2 Fair as the moon, when in the skies 
 
 Serene; her throne she guides, 
 And e'er the twinkling stars supreme 
 In full-orb'd glory rides: 
 
 3 Clear as the sun, when from the east 
 
 Without a cloud he springs, 
 And scatters golden light and heat 
 From his refulgent wings. 
 
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 Tremendous as a host that moves 
 
 Majestically slow, 
 With banners wide display'd, all arm'd 
 
 And ardent for the foe. 
 
 5 Thus is Messiah's church array'd 
 With strength and grace divine, 
 Thus shall she strike her foes with 
 dread 
 And thus her glories shine. 
 
 HYMN LVII. 
 
 1 TNFINITE grief! amazing wo! 
 -■- Behold my bleeding Lord! 
 
 Hell and the Jews conspire his death, 
 And us'd the Roman sword. 
 
 2 0, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, 
 
 My dear Redeemer bore! 
 When knotty whips and jagged thorns 
 His sacred body tore! 
 
 3 But knotty whips and jagged thorns 
 
 In vain do I accuse: 
 In vain I blame the Roman bands, 
 And the more spiteful Jews: 
 
 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins, 
 
 His chief tormentors were, 
 Each of my crimes became a nail, 
 And unbelief the spear. 
 
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 5 'Twere you that pulPd the veng'ance 
 down 
 Upon his guiltless head; 
 Break, break, my heart! O burst mine 
 
 eyes, 
 And let my sorrows bleed. 
 
 fi Sftike, mighty grace my flinty soul, 
 Till melting waters flow, 
 And deep repentance drown mine eyes 
 In unassembled wo. 
 
 HYMN LVIII. 
 
 1 pOME on my partners in distress^ 
 ^ My comrades thro' the wilderness, 
 
 Who still your bodies feel; 
 A while forget your griefs and fears, 
 And look beyond this vale of tears, 
 
 To that celestial hill. 
 
 2 Beyond the bounds of time and space, 
 Look forward to that heav'nly place, 
 
 The saint's secure abode: 
 On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, 
 And force your passage to the skies, 
 
 And scale the mount of God. 
 
 3 Who suffer with our master here, 
 We shall before his face appear., 
 
 And by his side sit down; 
 
To patient faith the prize is sure: 
 And all that to the end endure 
 The cross, shall wear the crown. 
 
 4- Thrice blessed bliss; inspiring hope; 
 It lifts the fainting spirits up: 
 
 It brings to life the dead! 
 Our conflicts here shall soon be past. 
 And you and I ascend at last 
 
 Triumphant with our head. 
 
 3 That great mysterious Deity 
 We soon with open face shall see; 
 
 The beatific sight 
 Shall fill the heav'nly courts with 
 
 praise, 
 And wide diffuse the golden blaze 
 Of everlasting light. 
 
 6 The Father shining on his throne, 
 The glorious co-eternal Son, 
 
 The spirit one and sev'n, 
 Conspire our rapture to complete; 
 And lo! we fall before his feet, 
 
 And silence heightens heav'n. 
 
 7 In hope of that ecstatic pause, 
 Jesus, we now sustain the cross, 
 
 And at thy footstool fall, 
 Till thou our hidden life reveal, 
 Till thou our ravish'd spirits fill,. 
 
 And God is all in all. ♦ 
 
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 HYMN LIX. 
 
 I" ISTED into the cause of sin, 
 -*-^ Why should a good be evil! 
 Music alas! too long has been, 
 
 Press'd to obey the devil. 
 Drunken, or lewd, or light they lay, 
 
 Flows to souls undoing: 
 Widens and strews with flow'rs the 
 way, 
 Down to eternal ruin. 
 
 Who on the part of God will rise? 
 
 Innocent mirth recover? 
 Fly on the prey and take the prize, 
 
 Plunder the carnal lover? 
 Strip him of every moving strain, 
 
 Ev'ry melting measure, 
 Music in virtue's cause retain, 
 
 Revive the holy pleasure. 
 
 Come let us try if Jesus' love 
 
 Cannot as well inspire us; 
 This is the theme of them above, 
 
 This upon earth will fire us; 
 Try if your hearts are tun'd to sing. 
 
 Is there a subject greater, 
 Melody all its strains may bring, 
 
 Jesus' love is sweeter. 
 
 Jesus the soul of music is, 
 He is the noblest passion;- 
 
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 Jesus' name is life and peace. 
 
 Happiness and salvation: 
 Jesus' name the dead can raise, 
 
 Shew us our sins forgiven; 
 Fill us with all the life of grace, 
 
 And carry us to heaven. 
 
 5 Who hath a right like us to sing, 
 
 Us who his mercy raises? 
 Merry our hearts for Christ is king, 
 
 Joyful are all our faces. 
 Who of his love doth once partake. 
 
 He in the Lord rejoices; 
 Melody in our hearts we make, 
 
 Melody with our voices. 
 
 6 He that a sprinkled conscience hath, 
 
 He that in God is merry; 
 Let him sing psalms the spirit saith, 
 
 Joyfully and ne'er he wearyj 
 Offer the sacrifice of praise, 
 
 Hearty and never ceasing; 
 Spiritual songs and anthems raise, 
 
 Worship and thanks and blessing. 
 
 7 Come let us his praises join, 
 
 Triumph in his salvation; 
 Glory aspire to love divine, 
 
 Worship and adoration; 
 Heaven already is begun, 
 
 Open'd in each believer; 
 Only believe and then sing on, 
 
 Heaven is yours for ever. 
 
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 HYMN LX. 
 
 WHY thus east down, my soul? 
 Why dost thou yield to fear, 
 And ponder o'er the roll 
 Of guilt and darkness here? 
 Shake off thy grief, 
 
 And soar above, 
 There's sure relief 
 In sov'reign love. 
 
 Why do I thus complain 
 
 And bow my drooping head? 
 Cheer up, my soul, again, 
 , Thy Saviour is not dead: 
 Jesus, thy Lord, 
 
 Is still the same, 
 Believe his word, 
 And trust his name. 
 
 What though he hides his face, 
 
 Nor will one smile aiford, 
 Thou yet may'st plead his grace, 
 And venture on his word: 
 Still all thy trust 
 On him repose, 
 And own him just 
 In all thy woes. 
 
 Why should distressing thoughts, 
 Why should distracting cares 
 
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 Still aggravate thy faults, 
 And urge thy flowing tears? 
 No longer light 
 
 Against his rod; 
 But still delight 
 And hope in God. 
 
 HYMN LXI. 
 
 1 TESUS, and shall it ever be, 
 
 ** A mortal man ashamed of thee! 
 Scorn'd be the thought, by rich and poor, 
 
 may I scorn it more and more. 
 
 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far 
 Let ev'ning blush to own a star; 
 He sheds the beams of light divine 
 O'er this benighted soul of miue. 
 
 3 [Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon 
 Let midnight be asham'd of noon; 
 ^Tis midnight with my soul 'till he, 
 Bright morning star, bid darkness flee. 
 
 4 Asham'd of Jesus! shall yon field 
 Blush, when it thinks who bids it yield? 
 Yet blush I must while I adore; 
 
 1 blush to think I yield no more.] 
 
 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend 
 On whom my hopes of heav'n depend? 
 No! when I blush, be this my shame, 
 That I no more revere his name. 
 
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 6 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may 
 When I've no crimes to wash away; 
 No tear to wipe, no good to crave, 
 No fear to quell; no soul to save. 
 
 7 'Till then (nor is my boasting vain) 
 'Till then I boast a Saviour slain! 
 And, O may this my glory be, 
 
 That Christ is not asham'd of me! 
 
 HYMN LXII. 
 
 1 "VTOW begins the heavenly theme. 
 ■^ Sing aloud in Jesus' name; 
 Ye who Jesus' goodness prove, 
 Triumph in redeeming love. 
 
 2 Ye who see the Father's grace, 
 Beaming in the Saviour's face, 
 While to Canaan on ye move 
 Bless and praise redeeming love. 
 
 3 Mourning souls dry up your tears, 
 Banish all your guilty fears, 
 
 See your guilt and curse remove, 
 Cancell'd by redeeming love. 
 
 4 Yes, alas, who long have been 
 Willing slaves to death and sin; 
 Now from bliss no longer rove, 
 Stop and taste redeeming love. 
 
 5 Welcome all by sin opprest, 
 Welcome to a sacred rest; 
 
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 Nothing brought from hini above, 
 Nothing but redeeming love. 
 
 6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, 
 His tremendous foe not ours, 
 To their cursed empire drove, 
 Mighty in redeeming love. 
 
 7 Hither then your music bring, 
 Strike aloud each joyful string; 
 Mortals join the hosts above; 
 Join to praise redeeming love. 
 
 HYMN LXIII. 
 
 1 T7E fleeting charms of earth farewell! 
 
 •*- Your springs of joy are dry; 
 My soul now seeks another home; 
 A brighter world on high. 
 
 2 Farewell, ye friends, whose tender care 
 
 Has long engag'd my love; 
 Your fond embrace I now exchange 
 For better friends above. 
 
 3 Cheerful I leave this vale of tears, 
 
 Where pains and sorrows grow; 
 Welcome the day that ends my toil, 
 And ev'ry scene of woe. 
 
 4 No more shall sin disturb my breast — 
 
 My God shall frown no more; 
 The streams of love divine shall yield 
 Transports unknown- before. 
 
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 5 Fly, then, ye interposing clays; 
 Lord send thy summons down; 
 The hand that strikes me to the dust, 
 Shall raise me to a crown. 
 
 HYMN LX1V. 
 
 1 TT ARK! the herald angels sing;, 
 -" " Glory to the new born King; 
 
 6 Peace on earth, and mercy mild? 
 c; God and sinners reconcil'd:" 
 Joyful, all ye nations, rise, 
 Join the triumphs of the skies; 
 With th' angelic hosts proclaim, 
 " Christ is born in Bethlehem." 
 
 2 Christ, hy highest heav'n ador'd* 
 Christ the everlasting Lord; 
 Late in time behold him come. 
 Offspring of a virgin's womb; 
 Veil'd in flesh, the godhead see, 
 Hail th' incarnate Deity! 
 Pleas'd as man with men t' appear, 
 Jesus our Immanuel here. 
 
 3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace. 
 Hail the run of righteousnessf 
 Light and life to ail he brings, 
 Ris ? n with healing in his wings: 
 Mild he lays his glory hy, 
 
 Born that man no more may die; 
 Born to raise the sons of earth; 
 Born to give them second birth. 
 
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 4 Come, desire of nations, come, 
 Fix in us thy humble home; 
 Rise, the woman's conquering seed, 
 Bruise in us the serpent's head: 
 Adam's likeness now efface, 
 Stamp thine image in its place: 
 Second Adam from above, 
 Reinstate us in thy love. 
 
 HYMN LXV. 
 
 1 TTOW beauteous are their feet, 
 ■"- Who stand on Zion's hill, 
 That bring salvation on their tongues, 
 And words of peace reveall 
 
 3 How charming is their voice, 
 So sweet the tidings are; 
 " Zion, behold thy Saviour King; 
 " He reigns and triumphs here!" 
 
 3 How happy are our ears, 
 
 That hear this joyful sound; 
 Which kings and prophets waited for. 
 And sought, but never found! 
 
 4 How blessed are our eyes, 
 
 That see this heavn'ly light, 
 Prophets and kings desir'd it long, 
 But dy'd without the sight! 
 
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 5 The watchmen join their voice, 
 
 And tuneful notes employ; 
 Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
 And deserts learn the joy. 
 
 6 The Lord makes bare his arm, 
 
 Through all the earth abroad; 
 Let ev'ry nation now behold 
 Their Saviour and their God. 
 
 HYMN LXVL 
 
 rpHROUGHOUT our Saviour's life 
 ■*■ we trace, 
 
 The wonders of redeeming grace; 
 
 No period else was seen: 
 'Till he a spotless victim fell, 
 Tasting in soul a painful hell; 
 
 Caus'd by the creature's sin. 
 
 On the cold ground methinks I see, 
 My Jesus kneel and pray for me: 
 
 For this I'll him adore: 
 Seiz'd with a chilly sweat throughout, 
 Blood drops did force their passage 
 out, 
 
 Through ev'ry opening pore. 
 
 A crown of thorns his temples bore, 
 
 His back with lashes all was tore; 
 
 'Till one the bones might see: 
 
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 Mocking they push'd him here and 
 
 there 
 Marking his way with blood and tears, 
 Press'd by sin's heavy tree. 
 
 Thus up the hill he heavy came, 
 Round him they mock'd and made 
 their garnet 
 
 At length his cross they rear: 
 And can you see the Lamb of God, 
 Cry out beneath sin's heavy load; 
 
 Without one thankful tear? 
 
 5 Thus veiled in humanity, 
 
 He dies with anguish on the tree: 
 What tongue his grief can tell! 
 
 The shudd'ring rocks their heads de- 
 cline, 
 
 The mourning sun refus'd to shine, 
 When the Redeemer fell. 
 
 6 Shout brethren, shout with songs di- 
 
 vine, 
 He drank the gall to give us wine: 
 
 To quench our parching thirst: 
 Seraphs advance your voices higher, 
 Bride of the Lamb unite the choir, 
 
 To praise your precious Christ. 
 
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 HYMN LXVII. 
 
 4 TESUS, when I can see thy face, 
 ** And feel the influence of thy grace, i 
 I can all outward woes sustain, 
 And own thee just in every pain, 
 
 2 But, O how high my sorrows rise, 
 How sad, how doleful are my cries, 
 How insupportable my smart 
 When thou refuse to cheer my heart! 
 
 3 The frowns of friends whom I revere 
 May cause my eyes to drop a tear: 
 But the displeasure of my God 
 Prove! to my soul the sharpest rod. 
 
 4 Lord wherefore dost thou hide thy face; 
 Why dost thou still withhold thygrace? 
 I ask, — whileri^my sins deplore, 
 
 Is mercy gone for evermore? 
 
 5 Will God no more regard my woes? 
 No more sustain? no more compose? 
 What! — am 1 from his presence drove, 
 No more to taste or feel his love? 
 
 6 Jesus, I still resolve, by grace, 
 
 To trust thy word, and seek thy face,' 
 Low at thy feet I'll plead thy care, 
 And, if I must, I'll perish there. 
 
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 HYMN LXVIII. 
 
 1 "V/f Y brethren all, on you I call, 
 -L*-"- Arise and look around you: 
 How many foes, bound to oppose. 
 
 Are waiting to confound you. 
 The trumpet calls, on Zion's walls, 
 
 Shake off* your sleep and slumber; 
 Arise and pray, we'll win the day, 
 
 Tho' we are few in number. 
 
 2 As we draw nigh, objections fly, 
 
 Like peals of loudest thunder; 
 The voice of prayer, makes sinners 
 stare, 
 
 They're fill'd with awe and, wonder. 
 While music sweet makes some retreat, 
 
 Our Jesus still draws nigher; 
 His precious name lights up the flame, 
 
 That set our souls on fire. 
 
 3 While grace divine in others shine, 
 
 With such we are delighted; 
 With them we crowd and sing so loud, 
 
 Poor sinners are affrighted. 
 The sweetest joys our pow'rs employ, 
 
 To see the cause advancing; 
 Tho' some go off and boldly seoif, 
 
 And say that we are dancing. 
 
 4* Some mournfully for mercy cry, 
 And stubborn hearts are bended; 
 
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 Jf we but smile they say we're wild, 
 
 And so go off offended: 
 If souls are born we'll bear the scorn, 
 
 Let sinners tell their story; 
 For Jesus' name we'll bear the shame,^ 
 
 And give him all the glory. 
 Whe j some desert, it pains my heart, 
 
 To think the cause is wounded; 
 But let them go, true Christians know 
 
 That they are not confounded. 
 They'll end their race and find a place, | 
 
 With Judas the old traitor; 
 Their race is run, let us press on, 
 
 We'll go to heaven the faster. 
 
 But as we fly we'll always cry, 
 
 To God for their salvation; 
 O God of love send from above, 
 
 And save this wicked nation. 
 Thy spirit send, their hearts to rend, 
 
 Arrest them with thy thunder; 
 Let sweetest songs employ their 
 tongues, 
 
 While fill'd with joy and wonder. 
 
 The outward blaze sometimes decays. 
 
 Some Christians seem contented; 
 The word is sure, the work is o'er, 
 
 They'll be no more tormented. 
 Some are afraid the spirit's fled, 
 
 While others are offended: 
 
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 Cut never fear we'll persevere, 
 
 The warfare is not ended. 
 8 To men unknown the seed is sown, 
 
 We'll overcome temptation; 
 The cross we'll bear, let's not despair. 
 
 We'll joy in tribulation. 
 The noisy scene comes on again, 
 
 The shouting trump is sounded; 
 We find at length, we're gaining 
 strength; 
 
 Our foes will be confounded. 
 
 HYMN LXIX.. 
 
 1 T'M glad I ever saw the day 
 •■-We met to sing, and preach and 
 
 pray; 
 Here's glory, glory in my soul, 
 Which makes me praise my Lord so 
 
 bold. 
 
 2 Lord, keep us safe while passing 
 
 through, 
 And fill our souls with meekness too: 
 Redeeming grace that pleasing song, 
 We'll sing as we do pass along. 
 
 3 I hope to praise him when I rise, 
 And shout salvation through the skies, 
 Sing glory, glory in the air, 
 
 Meet all my Father's children there.. 
 
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 HYMN LXX. 
 
 1 TN evil long I took delight, 
 •*■ Unaw'd by shame or fear 
 Till a new object struck my sight. 
 And stopt my wild career. 
 
 3 I saw one hanging on a tree, 
 In agonies of blood; 
 He fix'd his languid eyes on me; 
 As near his cross I stood. 
 
 3 Sure never till my latest breath, 
 Shall I forget that look; 
 He seem'd to charge me with his death,, ' 
 Though not a word he spoke. 
 
 4< My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, 
 And plung'd me in despair; 
 I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 
 And help'd to nail him there. 
 
 9 Alas! I knew not what I did, 
 But now my tears are vain; 
 Where shall my trembling soul be hid, 
 For I the Lord have slain. 
 
 ft A second look he gave, which said, 
 I freely all forgive; 
 This blood is for thy ransom paid, 
 I dy'd that thou may'st live. 
 
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 7 With pleasing grief and mournful joy, 
 My spirits now were fill'd; 
 That I should such a life destroy, 
 Yet live by him I kill'd. 
 
 HYMN LXXL 
 TTAIL! all hail, the glorious morn- 
 
 Whenever Jesus from the tomb 
 Rises like a God adorning, 
 
 All whose hearts prepare him room, 
 Lo! he bursts the gloomy prison, 
 
 Springs to life from death's cold 
 chain; 
 Lo! the mighty conqueror's risen, 
 
 Never more to die again. 
 
 Now no more a man of sorrows, 
 
 Now no more oppressed with grief? 
 Now no more distressed with horrors 
 
 Of a lingering painful death. 
 See him set in blissful regions, 
 
 On his Father's glorious throne 
 Midst the bright celestial legions 
 
 AYith his glorious Father one- 
 He is yet to come surrounded 
 
 By a bright angelic train, 
 When the awful trump is sounded 
 
 Thundering thro' the starry plain, 
 
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 Then from earth and seas are spring- 
 ing 
 
 Saints who far the sun out-shines, 
 Jesus glorious praises singing 
 
 All immortal, all divine. 
 
 4 O that I, no more oppressed, 
 
 Then may rise his praise to sing, 
 That 1 may with all the blessed, 
 
 Make the heavenly arches ring, 
 While the earth and skies are blazing, 
 
 May I mount on wings of love, 
 When I may my God be praising, 
 
 With the blood wash'd throng above. 
 
 HYMN LXXII. 
 
 1 T>E ACE, troubled soul, thou need'st 
 •*- not fear! 
 
 Thy great Provider still is near; 
 Who fed thee last, will feed thee still, 
 Be calm, and sink into his will. 
 
 2 The Lord who built the earth and sky, 
 In mercy stoops to hear thy cry: 
 
 His promise all may freely claim, 
 4i Ask and receive in Jesu ? s name." 
 
 3 His stores are open, all, and free 
 To such as truly upright be; 
 Water and bread he'll o;ive for food, 
 With all things else which he sees good. 
 
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 4 Your sacred hairs which are so small. 
 By God himself, are numbered all; 
 This truth he's publish'd all abroad, 
 That men may learn to trust the Lord. 
 
 5 The ravens, daily, he doth feed, 
 And sends them food as they have need; 
 Although they nothing have in store, 
 Yet as they lack he gives them more. 
 
 6 Then do not seek with anxious care, 
 What ye shall eat, or drink, or wear; 
 Your heav'nly Father will you feed, 
 He knows that all these things you need, 
 
 7 Without reserve give Christ your 
 
 heart; 
 Let him his righteousness impart; 
 Then all things else he'll freely give; 
 With him you all things shall receive. 
 
 8 Thus shall the soul be truly blesr > 
 That seeks in God his only rest; 
 May I that happy person be, 
 
 In time and in eternity! 
 
 HYMN LXXIII. 
 
 1 TIOWN headlong from their native 
 
 *"-*. skies 
 
 The rebel angels fell, 
 And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath 
 
 Pursu'd them deep to hell. 
 
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 ,2 Down from the top of earthly bliss 
 Rebellious man was hurl'd; 
 And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave 
 To reach a sinking world. 
 
 3 O love of infinite degree! 
 
 Unmeasurable grace 
 Must heavVs eternal darling die 
 To save a trait'rous race? 
 
 4 Must angels sink for ever down, 
 
 And burn in quenchless fire, 
 While God forsakes his shining throne 
 To raise us wretches higher? 
 
 5 O for this love let earth and skies 
 
 With hallelujahs ring, 
 And the full choir of human tongues 
 All hallelujahs sing. 
 
 HYMN LXXIV. 
 
 1 "^/|~EEK, patient Lamb of God, to 
 -I**- thee 
 
 I fly, thy meekness give to me: 
 I choose thee for my life, my crown: 
 I pant to have thee all my own: 
 Thou seest my heart, thou know'st my 
 
 love, 
 From thee I never will remove: 
 No shame I fear, no pain or loss, 
 But gladly follow to the crosg. 
 
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 2 Make clean as wool my filthy heart, 
 Wash white as snow my every part: 
 Give me in stillness to sustain 
 Whate'er thy wisdom shall ordain. 
 Carve for thyself in me, and make 
 My heart thy Lamb-like image take: 
 Yea, slay me, Lord, and offer me 
 
 A pure burnt sacrifice to thee. 
 
 3 Bind, Father, hand and foot thy Son, 
 Nor leave thy work till all be done: 
 O never let me, Lord, go free 
 
 Till all my heart's resign'd to thee: 
 Then quickly to the altar lead, 
 And suffer me no more to plead: 
 No longer with the old Jidam bear: 
 Lead on, dear Lord, consume him there. 
 
 HYMN LXXV. 
 
 XTE saints attend the Saviour's voice? 
 -*• Found in his word of grace; 
 He says and in it, O rejoice, 
 In me ye shall have peace. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 O glory hallelujah, praise ye my God, 
 O glory hallelujah, love and serve the 
 Lord. 
 
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 2 Though storms and tempests round you 
 
 roar, 
 And foes and fears increase; 
 He says, and what could he say more, 
 In me ye shall have peace. 
 
 3 What though afflictions still abound, 
 
 Nor do temptations cease; 
 He says, and O, how sweet the sound! 
 In me ye shall have peace. 
 
 4 What though your hearts with sorrow 
 
 bleed, 
 And sighs and tears increase; 
 He says, and O, 'tis true indeed, 
 In me ye shall have peace. 
 
 5 Though you shall pass through death's 
 
 cold flood, 
 To gain your wish'd release; 
 He says and sure he'll make it good, 
 In me ye shall have peace. 
 
 6 When you his face in glory view, 
 
 Where joy can ne'er decrease; 
 Eternity shall prove it true, 
 In him ye shall have peace. 
 
 HYMN LXXVI. 
 
 1 TTARK! how the gospel trumpet 
 
 •"•-*• sounds, 
 
 While far and wide its echo bounds; 
 
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 And Jesus by redeeming blood, 
 Is bringing sinners back to God: 
 And guides them safely by his word, 
 To endless day. 
 
 2 Hail! all victorious conquering Lord, 
 Be thou by all thy works ador'd; 
 Who undertook for sinful man, 
 
 And brought salvation through thy 
 
 name: 
 That we with thee might ever reign, 
 
 In endless day. 
 
 3 Thy blood dear Jesus, once was spilt, 
 To save our souls from sin and guilt; 
 And sinners now may come to God, 
 And find salvation through thy blood: 
 And sail by faith upon that flood, 
 
 To endless day. 
 
 4 Through storms and calms by faith 
 
 we steer, 
 By feeble hope and gloomy fear; 
 'Till we arrive at Canaan's shore, 
 Where sin and sorrow are no more; 
 We'll shout, our trials all are o'er, 
 
 To endless day. 
 
 5 We are but pilgrims here below, 
 And all our lives are full of woe? 
 
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 Lord give us courage ou our way, 
 That we may never go astray: 
 But last with thee in glory sway, 
 In endless day. 
 
 6 Fight on ye conquering souls fight on, 
 And when the conquest you have won, 
 The palms of vict'ry you shall bear, 
 And in his kingdom have a share: 
 And crown of glory ever wear, 
 
 To endless day. 
 
 7 There we shall in sweet chorus join, 
 And saints and angels all combine; 
 To sing of his redeeming love, 
 When rolling years shall cease to move: 
 And this shall be our theme above, 
 
 In endless day. 
 
 HYMN LXXVII. 
 
 1 J npis my beloved's awful voice; 
 
 -■- He comes — he calls me to rejoice; 
 'Tis he himself, my soul, and none but he; 
 I know him by his wounded side, 
 I know him, for his robes are dyed, 
 Dyed in that precious blood he shed for 
 me. 
 
 2 He comes! — I'm filPd with holy fear, 
 I blush and weep as he draws near; 
 
 Although I see a pardon in his hand, 
 
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 I feel my sorrows melt and more, 
 Because I've sinn'd against such love, 
 Against a friend so glorious and so goodj 
 
 3 He comes! — I deeper sink in shame, 
 I love and venerate his name, 
 
 And wise to love him more; 
 O, for a flaming seraph's zeal! 
 Oh, for that warmth which angels feel! 
 
 Like them I'd live, like them I'd love, 
 like them I would adore. 
 
 HYMN LXXVIIL 
 
 1 T O! we see the sign appearing, 
 •" Jesus comes the judge severe, 
 Hell is trembling with a quaking, 
 
 Sinners shriek with awful fear! 
 
 Come to judgment! come to judgment! 
 
 Stand your awful doom to hear. 
 
 2 See the world in flames is burning, 
 
 Mountains and hills away they fly. 
 The moon in blood, the stars are fall- 
 
 Comets blazing through the sky. 
 Thunders rolling! thunders rolling! 
 Sinners now for help they cry. 
 
 3 From the general conflagration, 
 
 Mounts the righteous up on high, 
 Gain the hope of their salvation, 
 Live with God no more to die. 
 
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 Hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 
 Glory to the lamb they cry. 
 
 Stop my soul, look back and wonder 
 See the wicked left behind, 
 
 Hear them crying, weeping, wailing, 
 For a moment's ease to find, 
 
 Doonrd to sorrow, doom'd to sorrow, 
 In the lake of hell confin'd. 
 
 HYMN LXXIX. 
 
 . 4 S near to calvary I pass'd 
 
 -**- Methought I saw a massy cross, 
 
 Where a poor victim hangs; 
 His flesh the rugged iron tore, 
 His limbs all stain'd with purple gore, 
 
 Gasping with dying pangs. 
 
 Wond'ring the spectacle to see, 
 Who can this bleeding victim be, 
 
 In such exquisite pain? 
 Who thus consigu'd to woes I cry'd? 
 'Tis I, the bleeding Lamb reply'd, 
 
 To save a world from sin. 
 
 How can it be? my soul replies, 
 Jesus for mortal rebels dies, 
 
 What! Jesus die for me? 
 Yes, faith th' expiring Son of God # 
 I give my life, I spill my blood. 
 
 For thee, poor soul for thee v . 
 
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 4 Lord, if thy life thou'st freely given, 
 To bring my wretched soul to heaven, 
 
 And bless me with thy charms; 
 Then at thy feet, O God, I fall, 
 I give my life, my soul, my all; 
 
 O take me to thy arms. 
 
 5 All others I will bid adieu, 
 My dying lover I'll pursue, 
 
 And bless the slaughtered Lamb: 
 My life, my breath, my strength, my 
 
 days, 
 I will devote to spread thy praise, 
 
 And celebrate thy name. 
 
 6 And when my days on earth shall cease, 
 I'll leave these mortal climes in peace, 
 
 And stretch to realms above; 
 I'll join in praise immortal strains, 
 There where my heavenly lover reigns, 
 
 And feast upon his love. 
 
 HYMN LXXX. 
 
 1 i^OME, O thou universal good! 
 ^ Balm of the wounded conscience 
 
 come! 
 The hungry, dying spirit's food; 
 The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's 
 home; 
 Haven to take the shipwreck'd in, 
 My everlasting rest from sin! 
 
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 2 Come, O my comfort and delight! 
 My strength, and health, and shield, 
 and sun; 
 My boast, my confidence, and might, 
 My joy, my glory, and my crown; 
 My gospel hope, my calling's prize, 
 My tree of life, my paradise. 
 
 HYMN LXXXI. 
 
 1 TESTIS, great Shepherd of the sheep, 
 ** To thee for help we fly: 
 
 Thy little flock in safety keep, 
 For O the wolf is nigh! 
 
 2 He comes of hellish malice full, 
 
 To scatter, tear, and slay; 
 He seizes ev'ry straggling soul, 
 As his own lawful prey. 
 
 3 Us into thy protection take, 
 
 And gather with thine arm; 
 Unless the fold we first forsake, 
 The wolf can never harm. 
 
 4 We laugh to scorn his cruel pow'r, 
 
 While by our shepherd's side; 
 The sheep he never can devour, 
 Unless he first divide. 
 
 <5 O do not suffer him to part 
 The souls that here agree! 
 But make us of one mind and heart. 
 And keep us one in thee! 
 
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 6 Together let us sweetly live, 
 Together let us die; 
 And each a starry crown receive, 
 And reign above the sky. 
 
 HYMN LXXXII. 
 
 1 A LAS! and did my Saviour bleed? 
 •**- And did my Sov'reign die? 
 Would he devote that sacred head, 
 
 For such a worm as I? 
 
 2 Was it for crimes that I have done, 
 
 He groan'd upon the tree? 
 Amazing pity! grace unknown! 
 
 And love beyond degree 
 
 3 Well might the sun in darkness hide, 
 
 And shut his glories in; 
 When Christ, the mighty Saviour, dy'd 
 For man the creature's sin! 
 
 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, 
 
 While his dear cross appears; 
 Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
 And melt mine eyes to tears. 
 
 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay 
 
 The (lebt of love I owe: 
 Here, Lord, I give mvself away: 
 'Tis all that I can do. 
 
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 HYMN LXXXIII. 
 
 j ri^HE Lord into his garden comes; 
 -*■ The spices yield a rice perfume; 
 
 The lilies grow and thrive: 
 Refreshing showers of grace divine, 
 From Jesus flows to ev'ry vine, 
 
 / Which makes the dead revive. 
 
 2 O that this dry and barren ground 
 In springs of water may abound, 
 
 A fruitful soil become! 
 The desert blossoms as the rose, 
 When Jesus conquers all his foes, 
 
 And makes his people one. 
 
 3 The glorious time is rolling on, 
 The gracious work is now begun; 
 
 My soul a witness is: 
 I taste and see the pardon free, 
 For all mankind as well as me: 
 
 Who come to Christ may live. 
 
 4 The worst of sinners here may find 
 A Saviour, pitiful and kind, 
 
 Who will them all receive! 
 None are too late who will repent; 
 Out of one sinner, legions went; 
 
 Jesus did him relieve. 
 
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 5 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord, 
 And taste the sweetness of his word, 
 
 In Jesus' ways go on; 
 Our troubles and our trials here 
 Will only make us richer there, 
 
 When we arrive at home. 
 
 6 We feel that heaven is now begun, 
 It issues from a shining throne, 
 
 From Jesus' grace on high: 
 It comes like floods we can't contain. 
 We drink and drink, and drink agaiu. 
 
 And yet for more we cry. 
 
 7 But when we come to reign above, 
 And all surround the throne of love, 
 
 We'll drink a full supply: 
 Jesus will lead his armies through, 
 To living fountains where they flow, 
 
 Which never will run dry. 
 
 8 There will we reign, and shout, and 
 
 sing, 
 And make the npper regions ring, 
 
 When all the saints get home; 
 Come on, come on, my brethren dear, 
 Soon shall we meet together there, 
 
 For Jesus bids us come. 
 
 9 Amen, amen, my soul replies, 
 
 I'm bound to meet him in the skies, 
 And claim my mansion there. 
 
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 Now here's my heart, now here's my 
 
 hand, 
 To meet you in that heavenly land, 
 Where we shall part no more. 
 10 There, on that peaceful, happy shore, 
 We'll sino; and shout our suiF'rinffs 
 o er, 
 In sweet redeeming love: 
 We'll shout and praise our conq'ring 
 
 King, 
 Who dy'd himself that he might bring 
 Us rebels near to God. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIV. 
 
 1 TN the house of king David a foun- 
 -■- tain doth spring 
 
 For sin and uncleanness form Jesus 
 
 our king; 
 This fountain flows sweetly whenever 
 
 apply'd, 
 It sprang from the bowels of Christ 
 
 when he dy'd. 
 
 2 This fountain was open'd by th' sol- 
 
 dier's spear, 
 The blood and the water flow'd both 
 
 out so dearr 
 It is balsom for the wounded, and balm 
 
 for the sick, 
 'Tis sight for the blinded, and strength 
 
 for the weak. 
 
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 3 If you are distressM and burdenM with 
 
 sin, 
 Come wash in this fountain, and you 
 
 shall be clean; f- 
 
 Here's all things provided for sinners 
 
 undone, 
 And you are invited and welcome to 
 
 come. 
 
 4 If you are o*erburdenM with moun- 
 
 tains of thrall, 
 This well of salvation stands open for 
 
 all: 
 Come draw, when you are weary, and 
 
 drink when your'e dry, 
 It was for the needy that Jesus did die, 
 
 5 If you are distress 'd with mountains 
 
 of guilt, 
 O wash in this fountain that Jesus 
 
 hath spilt; 
 You need not go mourning for sin very 
 
 long, 
 Believe in your Saviour, and sing the 
 
 new song. 
 
 6 The song of salvation, it is so divine, 
 There's music and melody in ev'ry 
 
 line: 
 
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 It was sung by the Hebrews when de- 
 
 liv'rance they found, 
 When Simeon finds Jesus, sweet 
 
 praises doth sound. 
 
 7 There is a day coming in which saints 
 
 shall sing 
 
 Sweet anthems of praises to Jesus our 
 King, 
 
 Then we shall mount up from all sor- 
 row and pain, 
 
 The kingdom of heaven eternally gain. 
 
 8 O sinners, we're traveling to yonder 
 
 bright world 
 From which by transgression, the an- 
 gels were hurl'd; 
 We bid you a final, eternal farewell, 
 Unless you're converted, you will sink 
 to hell. 
 
 9 Awake, O poor sinner! awake from 
 
 your sin! 
 But if you will slight us again and 
 
 again, 
 Tho' sorry to leave you, and for you 
 
 we'll pray, 
 When God speaks your sentence, Amen 
 
 we must say. 
 
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 HYMN LXXXV. 
 
 1 T SING my Saviour's wond'rous death; 
 -*■ He conquer'd when he fell, 
 " 'Tis finish'd," said his dying breath, 
 And shook the gates of hell. 
 2 " 'Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries, 
 The dreadful work is done; 
 Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, 
 His kingdom is begun. 
 
 "3 His cross a sure foundation laid 
 For glory and renown, 
 When through the regions of the dead 
 He pass'd to reach the crown. 
 
 4 Exalted at his Father's side 
 
 Sits our victorious Lord; 
 To heav'n and hell his hands divide 
 The vengeance or reward. 
 
 5 The saints from his propitious eye 
 
 Await their sev'ral crowns, 
 And all the sons of darkness fly 
 The terror of his frowns. 
 
 HYMN LXXXYI. 
 
 1 QING to the Lord, ye heav'nly hosts, 
 ^ And thou, O earth, adore; 
 Let death and hell, through all their 
 coasts, 
 Stand trembling at his pow'r. 
 
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 2 His sounding chariot shakes the sky, 
 
 He makes the clouds his throne; 
 There all his stores of light'ning lie, 
 'Till vengeance darts them down. 
 
 3 His nostrils hreathe out fiery streams, 
 
 And from his awful tongue 
 A sov-reign voice divides the flames, 
 And thunder roars along. 
 
 4 Think, O my soul, the dreadful day 
 
 When the incensed God 
 Shall rend the sky, and burn the sea, 
 And fling his wrath abroad! 
 
 5 What shall the wretch the sinner do, 
 
 He who defy'd the Lord? 
 But he shall dread the thunderer now, 
 And sink beneath his word. * 
 
 6 Tempests of angry fire shall roll, 
 
 To, blast the rebel worm, 
 And beat upon his naked soul 
 In one eternal storm. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIL 
 
 Fx\R from these narrow scenes of 
 night, 
 Unbounded glories rise, 
 And realms of infinite deliajht, 
 Unknown to mortal eyes. 
 
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 2 There pain and sickness never comer, 
 
 And grief no more complains; 
 Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
 And endless pleasure reigns. 
 
 3 No cloud those blissful regions know, 
 
 For ever bright and fair! 
 For sin, the source of mortal woe, 
 Can never enter there. 
 
 4 There no alternate night is known, 
 
 Nor sun's faint sickly ray; 
 But glory froui the sacred throne 
 Spreads everlasting day. 
 
 5 O may the heav'nly prospect fire 
 
 Our hearts with ardent love, 
 Till wings of faith and strong desire 
 Bear ev'ry thought above. 
 
 6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine 
 
 For thy bright courts on high; 
 Then bid our spirits rise and join 
 The chorus of the sky. 
 
 HYMN LXXXVIII. 
 
 1 A RISE, my soul, arise, 
 
 -£*- Shake off thy guilty fears. 
 The bleeding Sacrifice 
 In my behalf appears; 
 Before the throne my surety stands: 
 My name is written on his hands. 
 
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 He ever lives above, 
 
 For me to intercede; 
 His ail-redeeming love, 
 
 His precious blood to plead; 
 His blood aton'd for all our race, 
 And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 
 
 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 
 
 Receiv'd on Calvary: 
 They pour effectual pray'rs, 
 They strongly speak for me: 
 Forgive him, O forgive, they cry 
 Nor let that ransom'd sinner die. 
 
 The Father hears him pray, 
 
 His dear anointed One; 
 He cannot turn away 
 The presence of his Son: 
 His Spirit answers to the blood, 
 And tells me I am born of God. 
 
 My God is reconcil'd, 
 
 His pard'ning voice I hear; 
 He owns me for his child, 
 I can no longer fear: 
 With confidence I now draw nigh. 
 And Father, Abba Father! cry. 
 
 HYMN LXXXIX. 
 
 COME and taste along with me, 
 Consolation running free: 
 
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 From my Father's wealthy throne, 
 Sweeter than the honey comb. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I'll praise God, and you'll praise God, 
 And we'll all praise God together, 
 I'll praise the Lord, for the work that 
 
 he has done, 
 And we'll bless his name for ever. 
 
 2 Why should Christians feast alone? 
 Two are better far than one, 
 
 The more that comes with free good 
 
 will, 
 Makes the banquet sweeter still. 
 
 3 Now I go to heaven's door, 
 Asking for a little more, 
 Jesus gives a double share, 
 Calling me his chosen heir. 
 
 4 Goodness running like a stream. 
 Through the New Jerusalem; 
 By its constant breaking forth, 
 Sweetens earth and heaven both, 
 
 5 Saints in glory sing aloud, 
 For to see an heir of God, 
 Coming in at heaven's door, 
 Making up the number more. 
 
 6 Heaven here and heaven there. 
 Comforts flowing ev'ry where; 
 This I boldly can attest, 
 That my soul lias got a taste. 
 
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 T Now I go rejoicing home, 
 From the banquet of perfume; 
 Gleaning manna on the road, 
 Dropping from the mount of God. 
 
 8 O return, ye sons of grace, 
 
 Turn and see God's smiling face, 
 Hark! He calls backsliders home, 
 Then from him no longer roam. 
 
 I'll praise God and you'll praise God, 
 And we'll all praise God together, 
 I'll praise the Lord for the work that 
 
 he has done, 
 And we'll bless his name for ever. 
 
 HYMN XC. 
 
 1 VT^AND'RING pilgrims, mourning 
 
 " christians, 
 
 Weak and tempted lambs of Christ, 
 Who endure great tribulation, 
 
 And with sins are much distress'd, 
 Christ has sent me to invite you 
 
 To a rich and costly feast; 
 Let not shame nor pride prevent you, 
 
 Come the sweet provision taste. 
 
 2 If you have a heart lamenting, 
 
 And bemoan your wretched case 
 Come to Jesus Christ repenting, 
 He will give you gospel grace. 
 
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 If you want a heart to fear him, 
 Love and serve him all your days, 
 
 Only come to Christ and ask him, 
 He will guide your feet always. 
 
 3 If your heart is unbelieving, 
 
 Doubting Jesus' pard'ning love: 
 Lay hard by Bethesda waiting, 
 
 Till the troubled waters move. 
 If no man appears to help you, 
 
 All their efforts prove but talk; 
 Jesus, Jesus, he will cleanse you, 
 
 Rise, take up your bed and walk. 
 
 4 If like Peter you are sinking, 
 
 In the sea of unbelief; 
 Wait with patience, always praying, 
 
 Christ will send' you sweet relief; 
 He will give you grace and glory, 
 
 All your wants shall be supply'd, 
 Canaan, Canaan lies before you, 
 
 Rise, and cross the swelling tide. 
 
 5 Death shall not destroy your comfort, 
 
 Christ shall guard you through the 
 gloom, 
 Down he'll send a heavenly convoy, 
 
 To convey you to his home; 
 There you'll spend your days in plea- 
 sure, 
 Free from every want and care: 
 
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 Come, O! come my blessed Saviour, 
 Fain my spirit would be there. 
 
 HYMN XCI. 
 
 1 A/I" Y life declines, my strength is 
 jJfR. gone, 
 
 Disease and pains prevail; 
 Death threatens to arrest me soon, 
 My heart and flesh doth fail. 
 
 2 Soon must I leave this body here, 
 
 Soon must my soul away; 
 O awful thought! — my soul, prepare 
 For that tremendous day! 
 
 3 Soon must I pass the solemn test, 
 
 How soon, my judge can tell! 
 When he with smiles shall call me 
 blest, 
 Or frown me down to hell. 
 
 4 how shall I prepare my heart 
 
 Eternal life to gain; 
 Jesus, thy grace, thy strength impart, 
 Or all I do is vain. 
 
 5 I cannot for one sin atone, — 
 
 I swell with pride no more: 
 All the best duties I have done 
 I've reason to deplore. 
 
 6 Jesus, on thee alone I lean, 
 
 Do thou my soul prepare; 
 
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 cleanse my heart from every sin, 
 And fix thy dwelling there. 
 
 7 Renew'd and justified by grace, 
 Complete I then shall stand, 
 Before th' Almighty Father's face, 
 When he my life demand. 
 
 HYMN XCII. 
 
 1 T ORD, how divine thy comforts are! 
 ■*-* How heav'nly is the place 
 Where Jesus spreads the sacred feast 
 
 Of his redeeming grace! 
 
 2 There the rich bounties of our God, 
 
 And sweetest glories shine; 
 There Jesus says that " I am his, 
 " And my Beloved's mine." 
 
 3 " Here," says the kind redeeming Lord? 
 
 And shows his wounded side, 
 " See here the spring of all vour joys, 
 " That open'd when I died!" 
 
 4 [He smiles and cheers my mournful 
 
 heart, 
 And tells of all his pain: 
 " All this," says he " I bore for thee;" 
 And then he smiles again.] 
 
 5 What shall we pay our heav'nly King 
 
 For grace so vast as this? 
 
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 He brings our pardon to our eyes, 
 And seals it with a kiss. 
 
 6 [Let such amazing loves as these 
 
 Be sounded all abroad; 
 Such favours are beyond degrees, 
 And worthy of a God/] 
 
 7 To him that wash'd us in his blood 
 
 Be everlasting praise; 
 Salvation, honour, glory, power, 
 Eternal as his days. 
 
 HYMN XCIII. 
 
 1 QTOP poor sinner, stop and think, 
 ^ Before you farther go: 
 
 Will you sport upon the brink, 
 Of everlasting wo. 
 
 2 Say have you an arm like God, 
 
 That you his will oppose; 
 Fear you not his iron rod, 
 
 With which he breaks his foes? 
 
 3 Although your heart's as hard as steel, 
 
 Your forehead lin'd with brass; 
 God at last will make you feel, 
 He will not let you pass. 
 
 4 Pale faced death will quickly come, 
 
 And drag you to the bar; 
 There to hear your awful doom, 
 Will fill you with despair. 
 
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 5 Can yon stand that dreadful day, 
 
 When judgment is proclaim'd? 
 The earth and sea shall melt away, 
 Like wax before the flame. 
 
 6 Sinners then in vain will cry, 
 
 Who now despise his grace; 
 Rocks and mountains on us fall, 
 And hide us from his face. 
 
 7 But in the Lord, there still is hope, 
 
 You may his mercy know: 
 
 Although his arm is lifted up, 
 
 He still forbears the blow. 
 
 8 It was for sinners Jesus dy'd, 
 
 'Tis Christ that bids them come; 
 None that comes shall be deny'd, 
 For still he cries there's room. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Onee again I charge you stop, 
 For unless you warning take; 
 
 Ere you are aware you'll drop, 
 Into the burning lake. 
 
 HYMN XCIV. 
 
 TN all my Lord's appointed ways, 
 ■*• My journey I'll pursue: 
 Hinder me not, ye much-lov'd saints, 
 For I must go with you. 
 
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 2 Thro' floods and flames, if Jesus lead, 
 
 I'll follow where he goes; 
 Hinder me not, shall be my cry, 
 Tho' earth and hell oppose. 
 
 3 \J Stay/ says the world, « and taste 
 
 awhile 
 6 My ev'ry pleasant sweet;' 
 Hinder me not, my soul replies, 
 Because the way is great. 
 
 4 ' Stay,' satan, my old master, cries, 
 
 6 Or force shall thee detain;' 
 Hinder me not, I will be gone — 
 My God hath broke thy chain. J 
 
 Thro' duty and thro' trials too, 
 
 I'll go at his command; 
 Hinder me not, for I am bound 
 To my Immanuel's land. 
 
 6 And when my Saviour calls me home, 
 Still this my cry shall be — 
 Hinder me not — come welcome death, 
 I'll gladly go with thee. 
 
 HYMN XCV. 
 
 1 " SHEPHERDS rejoice,lift up your 
 
 ^ eyes, 
 
 " And send your fears away, 
 " News from the regions of the skies; 
 " Salvation's born to-day. 
 
2 " Jesus, the God whom angels fear, 
 
 " Comes down to dwell with you; 
 " To-day he makes his entrance here. 
 " But not as monarch's do. 
 
 3 « No gold, nor purple swaddling bands, 
 
 " Nor royal shining things; 
 " A manger for his cradle stands; 
 " And holds the King of kings. 
 
 4 " Go, shepherds, where the infant lies, 
 
 « And see his humble throne: 
 " With tears of joy in all your eyes, 
 " Go, shepherds, kiss the Son." 
 
 5 Thus Gabriel sang, and straight 
 
 around, 
 The heav'nly armies throng; 
 They tune their harps to lofty sound, 
 And thus conclude the song: 
 
 6 " Glory to God that reigns above, 
 
 " Let peace surround the earth; 
 " Mortals shall know their Maker's 
 love, 
 " At their Redeemer's birth." 
 
 7 Lord! and shall angels have their 
 
 songs, 
 
 And men no tunes to raise? 
 O may we loose these useless tongues 
 When wc forget to praise! 
 
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 Glory to God that reigns above, 
 
 That pity'd us forlorn, 
 We join to sing our Maker's love, 
 
 For there's a Saviour born. 
 
 HYMN XCVL 
 
 1 A SOLDIER of the cross am I, 
 ■**- Assur'd of certain victory: 
 Tho' num'rous foes against me rise, 
 To keep me from the glorious prize; 
 For Jesus is my constant friend, 
 
 O hallelujah, hallelujah! 
 Jesus will my cause defend. 
 
 3 I take the helmet, sword and shield, 
 And boldly march into the field; 
 Tho' earth and hell my march oppose, 
 I'll stand against my envious foes; 
 For Jesus, Jesus, is my friend, 
 
 O hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 Jesus, Jesus is my friend. 
 
 3 While passing through the vale of 
 
 tears, 
 Beset with dangers, toils and snares, 
 I onward move at his command; 
 And hope to reach the promis'd land. 
 For Jesus, &c. 
 
 4 By faith I climb where Moses stood, 
 And take a look beyond the flood, 
 
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 The joys of paradise I see, 
 The bliss my Saviour bought for me; 
 O Jesus, &c. 
 
 5 While here I stand and look and love, 
 And wait his coming from above, 
 
 I feel a foretaste of that bliss, 
 And long to be where Jesus is: 
 
 O Jesus, &c. 
 
 6 When on that heavenly shore I stand, 
 And meet the saints at God's right 
 
 hand, 
 I'll join to sing and shout and tell, 
 How Jesus hath done all things well. 
 
 O Jesus save me to the end; 
 O hallelujah, hallelujah, 
 
 Jesus is my eternal friend. 
 
 HYMN XCVII. 
 
 1 f\ WHAT a vain and empty world 
 " is this! 
 
 And must I travel on this barren 
 ground? 
 It ean afford no true substantial bliss; 
 Nothing but sin and sorrow's to be 
 found. 
 
 2 How little do I here enjoy of God? 
 
 At dissolution I could now rejoice; 
 
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 I long to leave this gloomy, dark abode, 
 And bid farewell to earth and all its 
 noise. 
 
 3 Fain would I sing — " Farewell, vain 
 
 world, adieu! 
 " Farewell to all the allurements to 
 sin: 
 " Farewell my friends! a short fare- 
 well to you, 
 " We part awhile — but soon shall 
 meet again. 
 
 4 « Farewell to pains, to weakness, and 
 
 to cares; 
 " Farewell reproach, and poverty, 
 and shame; 
 " Farewell to sickness, misery, and 
 tears; 
 " Farewell revilers of my worthless 
 
 5 Come death, thou welcome messenger 
 appear, 
 I would embrace thee with extended 
 arms; 
 T ? untie the silken bands that hold me 
 here, 
 Instead of horror thou shalt come 
 with charms. 
 
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 6 My sin is pardon'd and thy sting is 
 gone, 
 I sing the vict'ry through my Sa- 
 viour's blood: 
 Eager I pant for my celestial crown; 
 6 when shall I appear before my 
 God! 
 
 HYMN XCVIII. 
 
 1 i^OME ye that fear the Lord, 
 ^ And listen while I tell, 
 How narrowly my feet escap'd 
 
 The snares of death and hell. 
 
 2 The flatt'ring joys of sense 
 
 Assail'd my foolish heart, 
 While satan, with malicious skill, 
 Guided the poisonous dart. 
 
 3 I fell beneath the stroke, 
 
 But fell to rise again; 
 My anguish rous'd me into life, 
 And pleasure sprung from pain. 
 
 4 Darkness, and shame: and grief 
 
 Oppress'd my gloomy mind: 
 I look'd around me for relief, 
 But no relief could find. 
 
 5 At length, to God I cry'd; 
 
 He heard my plaintive sigh, 
 He heard, and instantly he sent 
 Salvation from on high, 
 
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 6 My drooping head he rais'd, 
 
 My bleeding wounds he heal'd, 
 Pardon'd my sins, and with a smile 
 The gracious pardon seal'd. 
 
 7 O! may I ne'er forget 
 
 The mercy of my God! 
 Nor ever want a tongue to spread 
 His loudest praise abroad. 
 
 HYMN XCIX. 
 
 1 f\ THOU God of my salvation, 
 ^-^ My Redeemer from all sin; 
 Mov'd to this by great compassion, 
 
 Yearning bowels from within; 
 I will praise thee, 
 Where shall I thy praise begin? 
 
 2 While the angel choirs are crying, 
 
 Glory to the great I AM: 
 I with them would still be vieing, 
 
 Glory, glory, to the Lamb; 
 O how precious, 
 Is the sound of Jesus' name! 
 
 3 Now I see with joy and wonder, 
 
 Whence the healing stream arose; 
 Angel minds are lost to ponder, 
 
 Dying loves' mysterious cause; 
 Yet the blessing, 
 Down to all, to me it flows. 
 
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 4 Though unseen, I love the Saviour, 
 
 He almighty grace hath shown; 
 Pardon'd guilt, and purchas'd favour, 
 
 This he makes to mortals known: 
 Give him glory, 
 Glory, glory, is his own. 
 
 5 Angels now are hov'ring round us, 
 
 Unperceiv'tl they mixt the throng; 
 Wond'ring at the love that crown'd us, 
 
 Glad to join the holy song: 
 Hallelujah, 
 Love, and praise to Christ belong, 
 
 HYMN C. 
 
 1 AH! see that lifeless clay, 
 
 ***- 'Tis dead, and lives no more; 
 But lo! the man has wing'd his way 
 To Zion's happy shore. 
 
 2 The flesh and blood are left, 
 
 The man is fled and gone; 
 And of his cumb'rous load bereft, 
 A brighter form puts on. 
 
 3 His body though he gives 
 
 To feed the crawling worm; 
 He now a nobler spirit lives, 
 In a substantial form. 
 
 I There's nothing lost by death, 
 Except the lump of clay; 
 
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 Nor is the soul a puff of breath, 
 Like vapour blown away. 
 
 5 The spirit is the man, 
 
 Of ev'ry pow'r possess'd; 
 A living substance now he stands, 
 And is for ever bless'd. 
 
 6 Then let us all rejoice, 
 
 Our friend and brother lives; 
 With angels now he joins his voice. 
 And praise to Jesus gives. 
 
 HYMN CL 
 
 1 TTOW oft doth beauty lead to sin. 
 -*--*- x\nd tempt the heart to stray; 
 It charms awhile, then hides again, 
 
 And soon it fades away! 
 
 2 Not all the art. and pains, and care 
 
 Of men can make it sure: 
 
 Nor can the fairest of the fair 
 
 The transient bliss secure. 
 
 3 Sickness and pain may soon disgrace 
 
 The most admired charms; 
 Soon they must sleep in death's em- 
 brace, 
 And loose their lovely forms. 
 
 4 How vain is beauty, then my muse! 
 
 Unworthy of thy lays; 
 
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 Turn, and a nobler subject choose. 
 Let virtue have thy praise. 
 
 5 How wise is she whose constant care 
 
 Pursues the heavenly road; 
 She shall the Eternal's favour share, 
 And every real good. 
 
 6 She ever shuns the snares of vice; 
 
 How circumspect her ways! 
 Wise in simplicity she is; 
 Unsought her general praise. 
 
 7 If she is call'd to mingle souls, 
 
 How cautious is her choice; 
 Xo vain pretence her love controuls, 
 She scorns the flatterer's voice. 
 
 S United, see, illustrious shines 
 The tender, prudent wife; 
 Humility her soul refines, 
 Grace governs all her life. 
 
 9 What undissembled love she bears 
 
 To him who has her hand: 
 How does she soften all his cares, 
 And all his woes attend! 
 
 10 Is she a friend? — how kind and true 
 
 Her charity how pure! 
 Her friendship is not like the dew 
 That passes in an hour. 
 
 11 She shall be prais'd when beauty fails, 
 
 And years and age increase; 
 
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 She shall be blest while grace prevails, 
 And end her days in peace. 
 
 HYMN CII. 
 
 1 f\ LOVE divine! what hast thou 
 " done! 
 
 Jesus my Lord hath dy'd for me! 
 The Father's co-eternal Son, 
 
 Bore all my sins upon the tree: 
 Th' atoning Lamb for me hath dy'd; 
 My Lord, my love, is crucify'd. 
 
 2 Behold him, all ye that pass by, 
 
 The bleeding Prince of life and 
 peace! 
 Come see, ye worms, your Saviour die, 
 
 And say was ever grief like his? 
 Come feel, with me, his blood apply'd; 
 My Lord, my love, is crucify'd. 
 
 3 Is crucify'd for me and you, 
 
 To bring us rebels back to God: 
 Believe, believe the record true, 
 
 Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood: 
 Pardon for all flows from his side: 
 My Lord, my love, is crucify'd. 
 
 4 Then let us sit beneath his cross, 
 
 And gladly catch the healing stream: 
 All things for him account but loss, 
 
 And give up all our hearts to him; 
 Of nothing think or speak beside, 
 My Lord, my love, is crucify'd* 
 
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 HYMN CIII. 
 
 1 A H lovely appearance of death, 
 -**- What sight upon earth is so fair? 
 Not all the gay pageants that breathe, 
 
 Can with a dead body compare: 
 With solemn delight I survey 
 
 The corpse when the spirit is fled, 
 In love with the beautiful clay, 
 
 And longing to lie in its stead. 
 
 2 How blest is our brother, bereft 
 
 Of all that could burden his mind: 
 How easy the soul that has left 
 
 This wearisome body behind! 
 Of evil incapable thou, 
 
 Whose relics with envy I see, 
 No longer is misery now, 
 
 No longer a sinner like me. 
 
 3 This earth is affected no more 
 
 With sickness, or shaken with pain: 
 The war in the members is o'er, 
 
 And never shall vex him again: 
 No anger, henceforward, or shame, 
 
 Shall redden this innocent clay; 
 Extinct is the animal flame, 
 
 And passion is vanished away. 
 
 4 This languishing head is at rest, 
 
 Its thinking and aching are o'erj 
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 This quiet immoveable breast 
 Is heav'd by affliction no more: 
 
 This heart is no longer the seat 
 Of trouble and torturing pain; 
 
 It ceases to flutter and beat, 
 It never shall flutter again. 
 
 5 The lids he so seldom could close, 
 
 By sorrow forbidden to sleep, 
 Seal'd up in eternal repose, 
 
 Have strangely forgotten to weep: 
 The fountains can yield no supplies; 
 
 These hollows from water are free: 
 The tears are all wip'd from these eyes, 
 
 And evil they never shall see. 
 
 6 To mourn and to suffer is mine, 
 
 While bound in a prison I breathe, 
 And still for deliverance pine, 
 
 And press to the issues of death; 
 What now with my tears I bedew, 
 
 O might I this moment become! 
 My spirit created anew, 
 
 My flesh be consign'd to the tomb! 
 
 HYMN CIV. 
 
 i TTARK, the glad sound the Saviour 
 
 -"-•*• comes, 
 
 The Saviour promis'd long! 
 Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne, 
 
 And ev'ry voice a song. 
 
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 2 On him the spirit largely pour'd, 
 
 Exerts its sacred fire; 
 Wisdom and might, and zeal, and love. 
 His holy breast inspire. 
 
 3 He comes the pris'ners to release, 
 
 In satan's bondage held; 
 The gates of brass before him burst, 
 The iron fetters yield. 
 
 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 
 
 To clear the mental ray; 
 And on the eye-balls of the blind 
 To pour celestial day. 
 
 5 He comes the broken heart to bind 
 
 The bleeding soul to cure; 
 And with the riches of his grace, 
 T' enrieh the humble poor. 
 
 6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 
 
 Thy welcome shall proclaim; 
 And heav'n's eternal arches ring 
 With thy beloved name. 
 
 HYMN CV. 
 
 STILL, Lord, I languish for thy 
 grace, 
 Reveal the beauties of thy face, 
 The middle wall remove: 
 
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 Appear, and banish my complaint; 
 Come, and supply my only want, 
 Fill all my soul with love! 
 
 2 O conquer this rebellious will! 
 Willing thou art and ready still, 
 
 Thy help is always nigh: 
 The stony from my heart remove, 
 And give me, Lord, O give me love, 
 
 Or at thy feet I die. 
 
 3 To thee I lift my mournful eye: 
 Why am I thus? O tell me why 
 
 I cannot love my God! 
 The hind'ranee must be all in me, 
 It cannot in my Saviour be; 
 
 Witness that streaming blood! 
 
 4 It cost thy blood my heart to win; 
 To buy me from the pow'r of sin, 
 
 And make me love again: 
 Come then, my L-trd, thy right assert, 
 Take to thyself my ransom'd heart; 
 
 Nor bleed, nor die in vain! 
 
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 SO fair a face bedew'd with tears! 
 What beauty e'en in grief appears! 
 He wept, he bled, he died, for you: 
 What more ye saints could Jesus do? 
 
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 Enthron'd above, with equal glow 
 His warm affections downward flow; 
 In our distress he bears a part, 
 And feels a sympathetic smart. 
 
 Still his compassions are the same. 
 He knows the frailty of our frame; 
 Our heaviest burdens he sustains, 
 Shares in our sorrows and our pains ; 
 
 HYMN CVII. 
 
 1 DY faith I live, by faith I see, 
 ■*-* That Jesus gave his life for me; 
 
 By faith I venture on his grace, 
 And through his blood my sins efface. 
 
 2 Yet faith alone will not suffice, 
 To bring me to that paradise; 
 
 That heaven, where holy angels dwell, 
 And souls redeem'd from death and hell 
 
 3 Our works on earth are works of love, 
 Which frame our minds for things above, 
 And if we would on Christ depend, 
 His blessed voice we should attend. 
 
 4 To blend the two in one we see, 
 How faith and works do sweet a^ree; 
 And through their influence we shall find, 
 A God most gracious, good, and kind. 
 
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 5 Then let us learn to watch and pray, 
 And strive to walk the narrow way; 
 And if we would true pleasure find, 
 Our sins must all be left behind. 
 
 6 Thus when we leave this world of wo, 
 A witness we shall leave below; 
 
 That ages yet unborn may see, 
 The right we hav« to liberty. 
 
 HYMN CVIII. 
 
 t T OOK unto me — the Saviour cries, 
 -" Behold, in me your help is found; 
 Look sinners! look with stedfast eyes 
 I have a balm for every wound. 
 
 2 Look unto me, and me alone, 
 
 Look now while I inviting stand 
 Your Advocate before the throne, 
 With life eternal in my hand. 
 
 3 To me your sin-sick souls resign, 
 
 I'll save them from the lowest hell, 
 
 Ail power in heaven and earth is mine, 
 
 And in my presence they shall dwell. 
 
 4 Ye mourning souls that fear my name, 
 
 I've heard your groans, I've seen 
 your tears, 
 Look up to me! I bore your shame, 
 And I forbid your gloomy fears. 
 
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 5 Look, saints! look, sinners! and adore; 
 I am your Prophet, Priest, and King; 
 Look, and be joyful evermore; 
 
 Look, and complete salvation sing, 
 
 HYMN CIX. 
 
 L T^RIENDSHIP to every willing 
 -*- mind, 
 
 Opens a heavenly treasure, 
 There may the sons of sorrow find 
 
 Sources of real pleasure: 
 See what employments men pursue, 
 Then you will own my words are true. 
 Friendship alone unfolds to view 
 
 Sources of real pleasure. 
 
 5 Poor are the joys that fools esteem, 
 
 Fading and transitory; 
 Mirth is as fleeting as a dream, 
 
 Or a delusive story: 
 Luxury leaves a sting behind 
 Wounding the body and the mind, 
 Only in friendship can we find 
 
 Pleasure and solid glory. 
 
 Learning, that boasting, glittering 
 thing, 
 
 Scarcely is worth possessing; 
 Riches, for ever on the wing, 
 
 Scarce can be call'd a blessing: 
 
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 Fame like a si adtw flies aw; 
 Titles and 'ignity decay. 
 Nothing but friendship can lisplay 
 Joys that are tit* t • fro.;i trouble. 
 
 4 Beauty with all its gaudy show, 
 
 Is but a painted bubble: 
 Short is the triumph wit bestow, 
 
 Full of deceit and trouble: 
 Sensual pleasure swells desire, 
 Just as the fuel feeds the lire, 
 Friendship can real bliss inspire 
 
 Bliss that is worth possessing. 
 
 j Happy the man who hath a friend 
 Form'd by the God of nature, 
 Well may he feel and recommend 
 
 Friendship for his Creator. 
 Then may our hearts in friendship join 
 To let our social powers combine, 
 Kul'd Jjy a passion most divine, 
 Friendship to our Creator. 
 
 HYMN CX. 
 
 1 pOD of my life to thee 
 " My cheerful soul I raise; 
 Thy goodness bade me be, 
 
 And still prolongs my days, 
 I see my natal hour return, 
 And bless the day that I was born. 
 
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 2 '\ clod of living earth, 
 
 1 glorify thy name, 
 ^ n q whom alone my birth, 
 
 ind all my blessings earner 
 Creating and preserving grace 
 Let all that is within me praise, 
 
 3 Long as I live beneath, 
 
 To thee, O let me live! 
 To thee my ev'ry breath, 
 
 In thanks and praises give: 
 Whate'er I have, whate'er I am,. 
 Shall magnify my Maker's name. 
 
 4 My soul and all its pow'rs, 
 
 Thine, wholly thine shall be; 
 All, all my happy hours 
 
 I consecrate to thee: 
 Me to thine image now restore, 
 And I shall praise thee evermore; 
 
 5 I wait thy will to do, 
 
 As angels do in heav'n;.. 
 In Christ a creature new, 
 
 Eternally forgiv-'n; 
 I wait thy righteous will to prove^ 
 All sanetify'd by perfect love. 
 
 5 Then, when the work is done, 
 The work of faith with pow'r, 
 
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 Receive thy favour'd son, 
 
 In death's triumphant hour: 
 Like Moses to thyself convey, 
 And kiss my raptur'd soul away. 
 
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 HYMN CXI. 
 
 E little flock, whom Jesus feeds, 
 
 Dismiss your anxious cares; 
 Look to the shepherd of your souls, 
 And smile away your fears. 
 
 2 Though wolves and lions prowl 
 
 around, 
 His staff" is your defence: 
 'Midst sands and rocks your shepherd's 
 
 voice, 
 Calls streams and pastures thence. 
 
 3 Your Father doth a kingdom give 
 
 And give it with delight; 
 His feeblest child his love shall call 
 To triumph in his sight. 
 
 4 For all we hope, and now enjoy, 
 
 We bless a Saviour's name; 
 Nor shall that stroke disturb the song 
 Which breaks this mortal frame. 
 
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 HYMN CXII. 
 
 N themselves, as weak as worms, 
 How can poor believers stand, 
 
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 When temptations, foes and storms, 
 Press them close on every hand? 
 
 2 Weak, indeed, they feel they are, 
 
 But they know the throne of graces 
 And the God, who answers prayer 
 Helps them when they seek his face. 
 
 3 Tho* the Lord awhile delay, 
 
 Succour they at length obtain; 
 He who taught their hearts to pray, 
 Will not let them cry in vain. 
 
 4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, 
 
 Bring relief in deepest straits; 
 Prayer can force a passage thro' 
 Iron bars and brazen gates. 
 
 5 Hezekiah on his knees, 
 
 Proud Assyria's host subdued; 
 And when smitten with disease, 
 Had his life by prayer renewed. 
 
 $ Peter, tho* confin'd and chain'd, 
 
 Prayer prevaiPd and brought him 
 out; 
 When Elijah prayM it rain'd. 
 
 After three long years of drought. 
 
 7 We can likewise witness bear, 
 
 That the Lord is still the same; 
 Tho' we fear'd he would not hear, 
 Suddenly deli v 'ranee came. 
 
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 8 For the wonders he has wrought, 
 
 Let us now our praises give; 
 
 And by sweet experience taught, 
 
 Call upon him while we live. 
 
 HYMN CXIII. 
 
 1 f\ that I had a faithful frkmd, 
 ^-* To tell my secrets to, 
 
 On whose advice I might depend 
 In every thing I do. 
 
 2 How do I wander up and down, 
 
 And no one pities me! 
 I seem a stranger quite unknown, 
 A son of misery! 
 
 -3 None lends an ear to my complaint, 
 Nor minds my cries or tears: 
 None comes to cheer me tho' I faint, 
 Nor my vast burden bears. 
 4 Whilst others live in mirth and ease 
 And feel no want or wo, 
 Thro' this waste, howling wilderness, 
 I full of sorrows go. 
 
 9 faithless soul to reason thus, 
 
 And murmur without end? 
 Did Christ expire upon the cross 
 And is he not thy friend? 
 
 ^ Why dost thou envy carnal men, 
 And think their state so blest? 
 
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 How «jreat salvation hast thou seen, 
 And Jesus is thy rest! 
 
 7 What can this lower world afford 
 
 Compar'd with gospel grace? 
 Thy happiness is in the Lord, 
 And thou shalt see his face! 
 
 8 Can present grief be counted great 
 
 Compar'd with future woes? 
 Will transient pleasure seem so sweet 
 Compar'd with endless joys? 
 
 9 How soon will God withdraw the scene, 
 
 And burn the world he made! ^ 
 Then wo to carnal sinful men! 
 My soul lift up thy head, 
 
 10 Thy Saviour is thy real friend, 
 
 Constant and true and good; 
 He will be with thee to the end, 
 And bring thee safe to God. 
 
 11 Then why my soul art thou so sad? 
 
 When will thy sighs be o'er? 
 Rejoice in Jesus and be glad ^ 
 Rejoice for evermore. 
 
 HYMN CXIV. 
 
 1 llfE'VE found the rock, the trav'ller 
 " cry'd, 
 
 The stone that all the prophets try'd; 
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 Come, Christians, drink the balmy 
 
 dew, 
 'Twas Christ that shed his blood for 
 
 you. 
 
 2 This costly mixture cures the soul, 
 Which sin and guilt has made so foul. 
 It makes me joyous while I sing, 
 And shout salvation to my King. 
 
 3 There^s glory, glory in my soul, 
 Come, mourners, feel salvation roll; 
 Now, now believe your Saviour God, 
 And sink into the purple flood. 
 
 4 O Christians, we ha*e Heav'n to day, 
 It shines around with dazzling ray; 
 And in this light we'll soar away 
 Where there's no night but endless day. 
 
 5 O then we'll blow the golden lute, 
 And praise the man that gain'd our 
 
 suit; 
 Then Jesus in a shining vest, 
 Will smile and lead us up to rest! 
 
 HYMN CXV. 
 
 1 fjf ION rejoice and Judah sing, 
 " The Lord assumes his throne; 
 Columbia own the heavenly King, 
 And make his glories known. 
 
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 2 The haughty despots, and the proud, 
 
 From their high seats are hurl'd, 
 Jehovah rides upon a cloud, 
 
 And thunders through the world. 
 
 3 He reigns on everlasting hills, 
 
 Eclipse's mortal crowns; 
 Republic's grow beneath his smiles, 
 And totter at his frowns. 
 
 4 Navies that rule the ocean wide, 
 
 Are vanquish'd by his breath; 
 And legions arm'd with pow'r and 
 pride, 
 Descend to wat'ry death. 
 
 5 Let tyrants, make no more pretence, 
 
 To vex our happy land; 
 Jehovah's name is our defence, 
 Our buckler is his hand. 
 
 6 May independence be our boast, 
 
 And virtue bear the sway; 
 
 May liberty defend our coast's, 
 
 And plow the wat'ry way. 
 
 7 Long may the sovereign people live, 
 
 A pattern to afford; 
 May all the honours they can give. 
 Be offered to the Lord. 
 
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 HYMN CXVI. 
 
 EE slow and solemn move along, 
 he weeping kindred gazing throng, 
 A friend is dead belov'd and dear, 
 And nature weeps the tender tear. 
 
 2 But say ye kindred, tell us why, 
 Ye heave that melancholy sigh? 
 He is not dead, but lives above, 
 
 In worlds of light and endless love. 
 
 3 He only drops his flesh and blood, 
 His soul is gone to dwell with God; 
 With him to be for ever bless'd, 
 With deathless life, and endless rest. 
 
 4> Say not he's dead, he lives indeed; 
 Throw off the sable mourning weed: 
 Let ev'ry pensive tear be dry, 
 And sing your friend to worlds on high. 
 
 5 He leaves his rags of flesh behind, 
 From dust they came, to dust resign'd; 
 In body spiritual appears, 
 
 And walks, and talks, and sees, and 
 hears. 
 
 6 The silent grave we cheerful leave, 
 And for cur friend no longer grieve; 
 We soon shall end this life of pain, 
 And joyful meet our friend again. 
 
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 HYMN CXVII. 
 
 i T^ATHER, omnipotent divine^ 
 
 *- Now let thy glory round us shine; 
 May midnight darkness take its flight, 
 Those gloomy shades of nature's night. 
 
 2 Bid discord, passion, clamour cease ? 
 Disturb no more the sons of peace; 
 Let pure seraphic love inflame, 
 Our souls to bless thy holy name. 
 
 .5 The pow'rs of earth and hell unite f 
 To discompose our minds and fright; 
 But thou can'st disconcert their plan, 
 And humble the proud looks of man. 
 
 4 Inspire the stamm'ring tongue to tell ? 
 How Jesus conquer'd death and hell; 
 How sin is damn'd and sinners sav'd, 
 Who were by Beelzebub enslav'd. 
 
 5 Bring near, bring near, that joyful hour. 
 When sinners, Lord, shall feel thy power; 
 When all infernal pow'rs shall flee, 
 And Jesus gain the victory. 
 
 6 Why not this moment, Lord, descend., 
 And shew thyself the sinners friend? 
 
 O speak, and just now give command, 
 Then no infernal pow'rs shall stand, 
 
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 HYMN CXVIII. 
 
 1 nnO thee ray God, I make my moan, 
 
 -*- Lend thou a gracious ear: 
 Let every sigh, let every groan, 
 Before thy throne appear. 
 
 2 For friends my sorrows swell too high, 
 
 My woes they cannot bear; 
 Helpless and destitute I lie, 
 Expos'd to every snare. 
 
 3 Whilst thou, O Lord, my soul forsake, 
 
 I must indulge my grief; 
 O let my heart with sorrow break, 
 So I may gain relief. 
 
 4 If here I must not see thy face, 
 
 Be life no longer given; 
 Finish at once thy work of grace, 
 And take me up to heaven. 
 
 5 Haste, Lord, my soul is all distressed, 
 
 Distracting fears arise; 
 
 let thy bosom be my rest, 
 No other can suffice. 
 
 6 Come, O my dear Redeemer, come, 
 
 How tedious is thy stay! 
 
 1 long till thou shalt take me home. 
 
 And send my fears away. 
 
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 HYMN CXIX. 
 
 i TTERE, at thy throne of sovereign 
 •"- grace, 
 
 I bow before thee, Lord; 
 And wait to see thy smiling face, 
 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
 2 One glimpse of thee, thou God of love,, 
 
 Will peace and joy afford; 
 And here I wait, that glimpse to prove, 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
 3 Out of the depths of sin and grief, 
 
 I cry to be restor'd; 
 And wait till thou shall send relief, 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
 4 Forgiveness, Lord, is still with thee, 
 
 That thou may'st be ador'd; 
 And here I wait for pardon free, 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
 5 I wait for thee, my soul doth wait; 
 
 Thy love I'll here record; 
 Thy praise in songs, I'll celebrate, 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
 6 On thee, my God, the first and last, 
 
 My shield, and my reward, 
 I'll wait, till life and time are pasi> 
 Still hoping in thy word. 
 
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 HYMN CXX. 
 
 1 T¥/"HEN rising from the bed of death, 
 
 ™ ™ O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
 I view my Maker face to face, 
 O how shall I appear! 
 
 2 If yet while pardon may be found, 
 
 And mercy may be sought; 
 My soul with inward horror shrinks, 
 And trembles at the thought! 
 
 3 When thou, O Lord, shall stand dis 3 
 
 clos'd 
 In majesty severe, 
 And sit in judgment on my soul, 
 O how shall I appear! 
 
 4 O may my broken contrite heart. 
 
 Timely my sins lament, 
 And early with repentant tears, 
 Eternal wo prevent. 
 
 5 Behold the sorrows of my heart, 
 
 Ere yet it be too late; 
 And hear my Saviour's dying groan. 
 To give those sorrows weight. 
 
 6 For never shall my soul despair 
 
 Her pardon to secure, 
 Who knows thine only Son hath dy'd 
 To make that pardon sure. 
 
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 HYMN CXXL 
 
 1 f 1 O, my beloved husband, go, 
 
 ^-* And loud the gospel trumpet blow, 
 Proclaim to Adam's fallen race 
 The riches of redeeming grace. 
 
 2 Warn sinners of their dreadful state, 
 That they repent e'er its too late, 
 And point them to a Saviour's blood, 
 That they may know a pard'ning God. 
 
 3 Exhort believers not to rest 
 
 Short of the mind that Christpossess'd, 
 'Till they aresav'd and cleans'd from sin, 
 And perfectly renew'd within. 
 
 4 See souls regardless of all good, 
 Hushing with speed the downward road. 
 And Christians setting on their lees, 
 Intent on honours, pleasure, e,ase. 
 
 5 Go then, my love, be strong be bold; 
 The great reward is yet untold 
 That waits th£ faithful sons of God. 
 On Zion's peaceful blest abode. 
 
 6 Altho* its painful to my heart, 
 With him I love so oft to part, 
 And nature drops the silent tear, 
 But Jesus whispers, I am here- 
 
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 7 Then whilst his love he doth reveal, 
 Thro' all my soul a heaven I feel; 
 Then I can part with all that's dear, 
 And grace restrains the fallen tear. 
 
 8 Then let us cheerfully sustain 
 A few more days of toil and pain, 
 Till we are call'd with those above, 
 To sing the wonders of his love. 
 
 HYMN CXXII. 
 
 1 TTOW welcome is this news 
 ■*--■- To souls oppress'd with^ar, 
 Why, sinner, why wilt thou refuse 
 
 To leave thy burden here? 
 
 2 Is Jesus full of grace? — 
 
 Then why dost thou complain? * 
 O!— why refuse to seek his face, 
 His favour to obtain? 
 
 3 And why shouldst thou, my soul, 
 
 Go mourning all thy days?— 
 Lord, let thy grace my fears controul, 
 And fill my mouth with praise. 
 
 4 Revive my fainting heart 
 
 With thy forgiving love; 
 Haste, Lord, and grace for grace im- 
 part, 
 And fix my thoughts above. 
 
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 5 I thirst, I pant, I long 
 For brighter views of thee; 
 
 O let me join the heav'nly throng, 
 And all thy glory see. 
 
 6 There I in lofty strains 
 
 Shall sing, and never tire; 
 Forget my weaknesses and pains, 
 And all thy works admire. 
 
 HYMN CXXIII. 
 
 1 HPH ANKS to thy name, thou God of 
 ■*• love, 
 
 For such an Advocate above, 
 Who can defend thy righteous laws, 
 And plead my souls unrighteous cause. 
 
 2 Yes: — for he bore my guilt and shame, 
 Oney'd and suffer'd in my name; 
 
 He offer'd up himself for me, 
 
 And pleads that off'ring now with thee. 
 
 3 He pleads both law and justice too, 
 And gives them both their proper due; 
 Yea, truth is honour 'd by his grace 
 Before the bold accuser's face. 
 
 4 As my all wise and gracious Friend, 
 He pleads against that hellish fiend; 
 The Judge approves his ev'ry plea, 
 And sets the guilty sinner free. 
 
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 5 The sinner wonder and adore: 
 
 let me doubt his love no more!— ~ 
 My weaknesses he kindly bears, 
 And pities all my sighs and tears. 
 
 6 This is the Advocate and King 
 Whose pow'r and faithfulness I sing: 
 His pow'r with God can never ftiil$ 
 Whene'er he pleads -lie must prevail. 
 
 HYMN CXXIV. 
 
 1 f^tQME all ypu pensive mourners^ 
 ^ The joyful news I'll tell, 
 That mercy's freely offer'd 
 
 To rebels doom'd to hell; 
 The shining seats of glory, 
 
 The Son of God did leave, ^ 
 He took on him our nature, 
 
 And God man here did live. 
 
 Z How raptur'd were the angels, 
 
 To throng the air and bring, 
 The news of our salvation, — 
 
 Tlie shepherds heard them sing, 
 < To-day is born in Bethlehem, 
 
 Of David's royal line, 
 A Saviour Christ, the author 
 
 Of peace and love divine.' 
 
 3 Lo, what a life of sorrow, 
 He led with mortals here,. 
 
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 And for his testimony, 
 
 A shameful death did bear; 
 
 Now he's arose triumphant, 
 Exalted now on high, 
 
 And making intercession, 
 My friends, for you and I. 
 
 4 Come all this wfcrld behold him, 
 
 Before Jehovah's throne, 
 There like a lamb that's newly slain, 
 
 For crimes that we have done. 
 Believe on him ye mortals, 
 
 And give him glory due, 
 Or he'll appear in wrath, 
 
 And avenge his blood on you. 
 
 5 Come, mortals, prove the purchase, 
 
 Of his redeeming blood, 
 The early ransom offer'd, 
 
 To bring your souls to God; 
 If you reject the proffer, 
 
 Of life that is so free, 
 Then the last ransom offer'd, 
 
 Will prove your misery. 
 
 6 When Christ shall come in judgment, 
 
 And rend the parting blue, 
 The sound of the last trumpet, 
 
 Will prove too loud for you. 
 When Gabriel's trump shall sound, 
 
 And the dead beneath shall hear, 
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 Arising from their graves, 
 
 And in judgment shall appear. 
 
 7 Then how will sinners tremble. 
 
 Their lasting doom to hear — 
 Those that reject the gospel, 
 
 When offer'd to them here? 
 Each soul then struck with horror, 
 
 And anguish in his breast, 
 For ever doom'd to sorrow, 
 
 And ne'er to hope for rest! 
 
 HYMN CXXV. 
 
 1 T¥/~HAT sound is salutes mine ear? 
 
 * " Methinks the jubel trump I hear, 
 
 Long lookM for now is come; 
 It shakes the heavens, the earth, the 
 
 sea, 
 Proclaims the year of jubilee, 
 Return ye exiles home. 
 
 2 Behold the New Jerusalem, 
 Illuminated by the Lamb, 
 
 In glory doth appear; 
 Fair Zion rising from the tomb, 
 To meet the bridegroom as he comes, 
 
 To sound the jubel year. 
 
 3 King Jesus takes her to his arms, 
 Supported by his glorious charms, 
 
 She thus begins to sing: 
 
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 From sins and cares, and cries, and 
 
 pain, 
 I rise where joys immortal reign, 
 And view the rosy spring. 
 4- See lark and linnet sweetly sing, 
 While hills and valleys round they 
 ring, 
 Escape the fowler's snare. 
 One thousand years she there shall 
 
 dwell, 
 And sing while satan's chain'd in hell, 
 Which ends the jubel year. 
 
 5 The dragon is let loose once more, 
 And round the earth his trumpet's roar, 
 
 He is for war again: 
 But he that sets upon the throne, 
 Drives satan and his angels down 
 
 To plough the fiery main. 
 
 6 The seventh trumpet you shall hear, 
 A great white throne shall then appear, 
 
 Ten thousand angels round; 
 An angel turns the moon to blood, 
 Puts out the sun, consumes the flood. 
 
 And burns the solid ground. 
 
 HYMN CXXVI. 
 
 1 T'M not ashamed to own my Lord, 
 -*- Or to defend his cause, 
 Maintain the honour of his word, 
 The glory of his cress, 
 
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 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name; 
 
 His name is all my trust; 
 Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
 Nor let my hope be lost. 
 
 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 
 
 And he can well secure 
 What I've committed to his hands, 
 Till the decisive hour. 
 
 4 Then will he own my worthless name 
 
 Before his Father's face, 
 And in the new Jerusalem 
 Appoint my soul a place. 
 
 HYMNCXXVII. 
 
 1 i^JJVE me the wings of faith, to rise 
 *-* Within the veil, and see 
 
 The saints above, how great their joys, 
 How bright their glories be. 
 
 2 Once they were mourning here below, 
 
 And wet their eouch with tears; 
 They wrestled hard as we do now, 
 With sins, and doubts, and fears. 
 
 3 I ask them, whence their vict'ry cameP 
 
 They with united breath 
 Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb, 
 Their triumph to his death. 
 
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 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, 
 (His zeal inspir'd their breast:) 
 
 And following their incarnate God, 
 Possess the prorais'd rest. 
 
 Our glorious Leader claims our praise 
 
 For his own pattern giv'n 
 While the long cloud of witnesses 
 
 Show the same path to heav'n. 
 
 HYMN C XXVIII. 
 
 1 lyTOW satan comes with dreadful 
 -^ roar, 
 
 And threatens to destroy; 
 He worries whom he can't devour 
 "With a malicious joy. 
 
 2 Ye sons of God, oppose his rage; 
 
 Resist, and he'll be gone; 
 Thus did our dearest Lord engage, 
 And vanquish him alone. 
 
 3 Now he appears almost divine, 
 
 Like innocence and love; 
 But the old serpent lurks within 
 When he assumes the dove. 
 
 4* Fly from the false deceiver's tongue, 
 Ye sons of Adam, fly: 
 Our parents found the snare too strong, 
 Nor should the children try. 
 
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 HYMN CXXIX. 
 
 i ^|UR souls, by love together knit, 
 " Cemented, mixt in one, 
 One hope, one heart, one mind, ont 
 voice, 
 'Tis heav'n on earth begun. 
 
 2 Our hearts have burn'd, while Jesus 
 
 spake, 
 And glow'd with sacred fire; 
 He stoop'd, and talk'd, and fed, and 
 
 blest, 
 And fill'd the enlarged desire. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 " A Saviour!" let creation sing! 
 " A Saviour!" let all heaven ring! 
 He's God with us, we feel him ours, 
 His fullness on our souls he pours, 
 "Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er, 
 We're joining those who're gone be- ! 
 fore, j 
 
 We then shall meet to part no more, j 
 
 3 The little cloud increases still, 
 
 The heavens are big with rain; 
 We haste to catch the teeming show'r, 
 And all its moisture drain. 
 
 4 A rill, a stream, a torrent flows! 
 
 But pour a mighty flood; 
 
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 Oh! sweep the nations, shake the earth, 
 'Till all proclaim thee God. 
 
 " A Saviour," &c. 
 
 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, 
 And set'st thy starry crown; 
 
 When all the sparkling gems shall 
 shine, 
 Proclaim'd by thee thine own. 
 
 6 May we a little band of love, 
 We sinners, sav'd by grace; 
 From glory into glory chang'd, 
 Behold thee face to face! 
 
 " A Saviour," &c. 
 
 HYMN CXXX. 
 
 4 ND is this heav'n? and am I here? 
 ■**• How short the road! how swift 
 
 the flight? 
 I am all life, all eye, all ear: 
 
 Jesus is here — my soul's delight. 
 Is this the heavenly friend who hung 
 
 In blood and anguish on the tree, 
 Whom Paul proclaimed, whom David 
 
 sung, 
 Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me? 
 How fair, thou offspring of my God! 
 Thou first-born image of his face? 
 Thy death procured me this abode, 
 Thy vital beams adorn the placfc. 
 
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 4 Lo, he presents me at the throne 
 
 All spotless — there the godhead 
 reigns 
 Sublime and peaceful thro' the Son! 
 Awake, my voice, in heavenly 
 strains. 
 
 HYMN CXXXI. 
 
 1 A RISE, my soul, to Jesus fly ? 
 ■**- And cast thy fears away; 
 He will thine every want supply, 
 
 Make haste, no longer stay. 
 
 2 Look how he stands and smiles to give 
 
 His glory and his grace; 
 He counsels sinners to receive 
 His robe of righteousness. 
 
 3 Jesus the purest gold appoints 
 
 T' enrich the humble poor; 
 Who with his heavenly salve anoints. 
 In darkness walks no more. 
 
 4« Ye drooping souls that seek the Lord, 
 Take courage and believe, 
 For God is faithful to his word, 
 Great graee you shall receive. 
 
 9 The wretched, destitute, and blind 
 Are those whom Christ invite, 
 A friend in him they're sure to find 
 Whose power i6 infinite. 
 
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 HYMN CXXXII. 
 
 1 T languish for a sight 
 -■-Of him who reigns on high$ 
 
 Jesus, my soul's supreme delight, 
 For him alone I sigh. 
 
 2 O that I knew the place 
 Where I might find my God, 
 
 And make the arms of his embrace 
 My soul's secure abode. 
 5 Near to his mercy's seat, 
 
 Where grace triumphant reigns, 
 
 I'd come and worship at his feet, 
 And tell him all my pains. 
 
 4- The arguments I'd use 
 
 My troubles shall suggest: 
 Nor can my blessed Lord refuse 
 The cause of the distressed. 
 5 O Jesus, bring me near, 
 
 New life, new strength impart, 
 Banish at once my slavish fear, 
 And dwell within my heart. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIII. 
 
 1 4 solemn march we make, 
 ***■ Towards the silent grave, 
 
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 A lodging all must quickly take, 
 And carnal pleasure leave. 
 
 2 O what a striking scene 
 
 In this cold grave appears, 
 A mortal turn'd to dust again, 
 Quite spun out all his years. 
 
 J And we who now attend, 
 
 Must soon resign our breath, 
 God will the solemn summons send, 
 By dreadful ghastly death. 
 
 t If I the next should be, 
 
 That crumble with the dust; 
 My soul, what will become of thee? 
 Hast thou a lot with Christ? 
 
 i Since I attended here. 
 
 My moments swiftly glide, 
 And death upon their wings they bear, 
 Like a perpetual tide. 
 
 » Nov, let me home return, 
 
 And strive my soul to save; 
 
 Lest I in hell should ever burn, 
 
 And, with the damned rave. 
 
 r Jesus, despised friend, 
 
 I'll slight thy love no more; 
 Dear Saviour now that spirit send, 
 Which I so griev'd before. 
 
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 Then I'll prepare to meet, 
 My Jesus at his bar, 
 
 For ever worship at his feet, 
 And sing his praises there. 
 
 righteousness. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIV. 
 
 1 TF ever pity movM thee, 
 -*- Thou glorious son of rii^ 
 If ever saints have prov'd thee, 
 
 A sure relief in sore distress, 
 O breathe thy loving spirit, 
 
 Thyself to me, O Christ impart* 
 And bring me to inherit 
 
 Thy kingdom form'd within m 
 heart. 
 
 2 By satan oft deceived 
 
 Drawn from the path of righteous! 
 ness: 
 Thy spirit oft I've griev'd, 
 
 And brought upon me sore distress; 
 But as thy great compassion 
 
 Extends to all the fallen race, 
 In faith, I for salvation 
 
 Will humbly look thro' sovereig 
 grace. 
 
 3 Here like apostle Peter 
 
 My tears I shed, I make my moai 
 Pity thy faithless creature 
 
 Dear Lord, and break my heart o 
 stone. 
 
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 Accept of my petition, 
 
 Thy pardon to my soul reveal, 
 Thou great, thou good physician, 
 
 Hear and my wounded spirit heal. 
 
 All glory to the Saviour, 
 
 Who shed for me his precious blood, 
 I feel I'm in his favour, 
 
 That I am his and he's my God; 
 And as I'm much forgiven, 
 
 Much while on earth, O may I love, 
 And find my way to heaven, 
 
 And join the blood wash'd throng 
 above. 
 
 There thro' the starry regions, 
 
 To sound aloud redeeming grace, 
 And with celestial legions 
 
 Loud thunder my Creator's praise: 
 For ever free from sadness, 
 
 To sing and shout for evermore, 
 Where all is joy and gladness, 
 
 On that eternal happy shore. 
 
 HYMN CXXXV. 
 
 "IT/'HEN I can read my title clear 
 *" To mansions in the skies, 
 I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear, 
 And wipe my weeping eyes: 
 
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 2 Should earth against my soul engage, 
 
 And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
 Then I can smile at satan's rage, 
 And face a frowning world. 
 
 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 
 
 Let storms of sorrow fall; 
 So I but safely reach my home, 
 My God, my heav'n, my all: 
 
 4 There I shall bathe my weary soul, 
 
 In seas of heav'nly rest, 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 Across my peaceful breast. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVL 
 
 1 riOME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 ^ With all thy quick'ning pow'rs; 
 Kindle a flame of sacred love 
 
 In these cold hearts of ours. 
 
 2 Look how we grovel here below, 
 
 Fond of these earthly toys; 
 Our souls how heavily they go 
 To reach eternal joys! 
 
 3 In vain we tune our formal songs. 
 
 In vain we strive to rise; 
 Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
 And our devotion dies. 
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 4 Father, shall we then ever live 
 At this poor dying rate? 
 Our love so faint, so cold to thee, 
 And thine to us so great? 
 
 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, 
 
 With all thy quick'ning powers; 
 Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
 And that shall kindle ours. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVII. 
 
 1 OAV'D by grace I live to tell, 
 
 ^ What the love of Christ has done: 
 He redeem'd my soul from hell, 
 
 Of a rebel made a son: 
 Oh! I tremble still to think 
 
 How secure I liv'd in sin; 
 Sporting on destruction's brink, 
 
 Yet preserv'd from falling in. 
 
 2 In a kind propitious hour, 
 
 To my heart the Saviour spoke; 
 Touched me by his spirit's pow'r, 
 
 And my dang'rous slumber broke, 
 Then I saw and ovvn'd mv guilt, 
 
 Soon my gracious Lord reply'd: 
 " Fear not, I my blood have spilt, 
 
 'Twas for such as thee I dy'd." 
 
 3 Shame and wonder, joy and love, 
 
 All at once possessed iny heart; 
 
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 Can I hope thy grace to prove, 
 After acting sucli a part? 
 
 « Thou hast greatly sinn'd, he said, 
 But I freely all forgive; 
 
 I myself thy debt have paid, 
 Now I bid thee rise and live." 
 
 Come my fellow sinners, try, 
 
 Jesus' heart is full of love; 
 Oh that you as well as I, 
 
 May his wond'rous mercy provei 
 He has sent me to declare, 
 
 All is ready, all is free; 
 Why should any soul despair, 
 
 When he sav'd a wretch like me. 
 
 HYMN CXXXVIII. 
 
 TTARK! the jubilee is sounding, 
 -"•-*- O the joyful news is come; 
 Free salvation is proclaimed, 
 
 In and through God's only son. 
 Now have we an invitation, 
 
 To the meek and lowly Lamb; 
 Glory, honour, and salvation, 
 
 Christ the Lord is come to reign. 
 
 Come dear friends and don't neglect it, 
 
 Come to Jesus in your prime; 
 Great salvation, don't reject it, 
 
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 Now the Saviour is beginning, 
 
 To revive his work again. 
 Glory, &c. &c. &c. 
 
 3 Now let each one cease from ceasing, 
 Come and follow Christ the way; 
 
 We shall all receive a blessing, 
 If from him we do not stray: 
 
 Golden moments we've neglected, 
 O the time we've spent in vain. 
 
 Glory, &c. &c. 
 
 I* Come let's run our race with patience, 
 
 Looking unto Christ the Lord, 
 Who doth live and reign for ever 
 
 With his Father and our God: 
 He is worthy to be praised, 
 
 He is our exalted king. 
 Glory, honour, &c. 
 5 Come dear children praise your Jesus, 
 
 Praise him, praise him evermore; 
 May his great love now constrain us, 
 
 His great name for to adore; 
 O then let us join together, 
 
 Crowns of glory to obtain. 
 Glory, &c. &e. 
 
 HYMN CXXXIX. 
 
 1 Tl^EARY souls, who wander wide 
 ** From the central point of bliss, 
 Turn to Jesus crucified 
 Fly to those dear wounds of his, 
 
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 Sink into the purple flood, 
 Rise into the life of God! 
 
 2 Find in Christ the way of peace, 
 
 Peace unspeakable unknown: 
 By his pain he gives you ease, 
 
 Life by his expiring groan, 
 Rise exalted by his fall: 
 Find in Christ your all in all. 
 
 3 O believe the record true, 
 
 God to you his Son hath given, 
 Ye may now be happy too, 
 
 Live on earth the life of heaven; 
 Live the life of heaven above, 
 All the life of glorious love. 
 
 * This the universal bliss, 
 
 Bliss for every soul design'd, 
 
 God's original promise this, 
 
 God's great gift to all mankind; 
 
 Blest in Christ this moment be, 
 
 Blest to all eternity! 
 
 HYMN CXL. 
 
 L PT^HFj Lord Jehovah reigns, 
 -*- His throne is built on high; 
 The garments he assumes 
 Are light and majesty. 
 His glories shine with beams so bright, 
 No mortal eye can bear the sight. 
 
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 2 The thunders of his hand 
 
 Keep the wide world in awe; 
 His wrath and justice stand 
 
 To guard his holy law: 
 And where his love resolves to bless, 1 
 His truth confirms and seals the grace. 1 
 
 3 Thro' all his mighty works, 
 
 Amazing wisdom shines; 
 Confounds the powers of hell, 
 
 And breaks their dark designs. 
 Strong is his arm, and shall fulfil 
 His great decrees and sovereign will. 
 
 4 And can this sovereign King 
 
 Of glory condescend, 
 And will he write his name, 
 
 My Father and my friend! 
 I love his name, I love his word, 
 Join all my powers to praise the Lord! 
 
 HYMN CXLL 
 
 1 A RISE my gracious God 
 ■**■ And make the wicked flee; 
 They are but thy chastising rod 
 
 To drive thy saints to thee. 
 
 2 Behold the sinner dies, 
 
 His haughty words are vain; 
 Here in this life his pleasure lies, 
 And all beyond is pain. 
 
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 [ 3 Then let his pride advance, 
 And boast of all his store; 
 The Lord is my inheritance, 
 My soul can wish no more. 
 
 4 I shall behold the face 
 
 Of my forgiving God; 
 And stand complete in righteousness, 
 Wash'd in my Saviour's blood. 
 
 5 There's a new heaven begun 
 
 When I awake from death, 
 
 Drest in the likeness of thy Son, 
 
 And draw immortal breath. 
 
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 HYMN CXLII. 
 
 SOON as I heard my father say, 
 Ye children seek my grace, 
 My heart reply 'd without delay, 
 I'll seek my father's face. 
 
 2 Let not thy face be hid from me, 
 
 Nor frown my soul away; 
 God of my life, I fly to thee 
 In a distressing day. 
 
 3 Should friends and kindred, near and 
 
 dear, 
 Leave me to want or die, 
 My God will make my life his care, 
 And all my need supply. 
 
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 4 My fainting flesh had died with grief, 
 
 Had not my soul believ'd, 
 
 To see thy grace provide relief, 
 
 Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 
 
 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, 
 
 And keep your courage up; 
 He'll raise your spirit when it faints, 
 And far exceed your hope. 
 
 HYMN CXLIII. 
 
 1 pLORIOUS Saviour of my soul 
 " I lift it up to thee; 
 Thou hast made the sinner whole, 
 
 Hast set the captive free: 
 Thou my debt of death hast paid; 
 
 Thou has raised me from my fall; 
 Thou hast an atonement made; 
 
 My Saviour died for all. 
 
 2 What could my Redeemer move 
 
 To leave his Father's breast? 
 Pity drew him from above, 
 
 And would not let him rest; 
 Swift to succour sinking man, 
 
 Sinking, into endless woe, 
 Jesus to our rescue ran, 
 
 And God appeared below. 
 
 3 God in this dark vale of tears 
 
 A man of griefs was seen: 
 
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 Here for three and thirty years 
 He dwelt with sinful men. 
 
 Did they know the Deity! 
 
 Did they own him, who he was? 
 
 See the friend of sinners, see! 
 He hangs on yonder cross! 
 
 Who hath done the direful deed, 
 
 Hath crucify 'd my God? 
 Curse is on his guilty head, 
 
 Who spilt that precious blood: 
 Worthy is the wretch to die: 
 
 Self-condemn'd, alas, is he! — 
 I have sold my Saviour; I 
 
 Have nail'd him to the tree. 
 
 Yet thy wrath I cannot fear, 
 
 Thou gentle, bleeding Lamb! 
 By thy judgment I am clear; 
 
 Heal'd by thy stripes I am: 
 Thou for me a curse wast made, 
 
 That I might in thee be blest: 
 Thou hast my full ransom paid, 
 
 And in thy wounds I rest. 
 
 HYMN CXLIV. 
 
 A LL glory to God in the sky, 
 •**- And peace upon earth be restord! 
 Jesus exalted on high, 
 
 Appear our omnipotent Lord! 
 
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 Who meanly in Bethlehem born, 
 Did stoop to redeem a lost race, 
 
 Once more to thy creatures return] 
 And reign in thy kingdom of grac 
 
 .3 When thou in our flesh didst appeal 
 
 All nature acknowledged thy birt 
 Arose the acceptable year, 
 
 And heaven was open'd on earth: 
 Receiving its Lord from above, 
 
 The world was united to bless 
 The giver of concord and love, 
 
 The prince and the author of pesME 
 
 3 O would'st thou again be made know 
 
 Again in the spirit descend? 
 And set up in each of thine own, / 
 
 A kingdom that never shall end. 
 Thou only art able to bless, 
 
 And make the glad nations obey, 
 And bid the dire enmity cease, 
 
 And bow the whole world to i 
 sway. 
 
 4 Come then to thy servants again, 
 
 Who long thy appearing to knoA 
 Thy quiet and peaceable reign, 
 
 In mercy establish below; 
 All sorrow before thee shall fly, 
 
 And anger and hatred be o'er, 
 And envy and malice shall die, 
 
 And discord afflict us no more. 
 
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 No horrid alarum of war 
 
 Shall break our eternal repose; 
 No sound of the trumpet is there; 
 
 Where Jesus's spirit overflows: 
 Appeas'd by the charms of thy grace. 
 
 We all shall in amity join, 
 And kindly each other embrace, 
 
 And love with a passion like thine. 
 
 HYMN CXLV, 
 
 TO us, to us a Child is born, 
 Arise, paid hail the glorious morn: 
 Come, let us praise the God of heav'n, 
 To us, to us a Son is giv'n! 
 
 To us, the guilty race of man, 
 He comes! — an Infant of a span! 
 O let lis sing his wond'rous love, 
 Which brings salvation from above. 
 
 He comes, all potent to sustain, 
 In government an endless reign, 
 Sinners, rejoice and spread his fame, 
 In counsel wonderful his name. 
 
 The mighty God — the Prince of Peace, 
 Whose kingdom never shall decrease: 
 The everlasting Father's come — 
 How strange! — a servant — from the 
 womb! 
 
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 5 With angels let our souls adore 
 The virgin's Son — the Prince of power 
 Jesus! with praise inspire our tongues 
 And then accept our grateful songs. 
 
 Q All praise to God for grace divine! 
 The hymn let saints and seraphs join 
 Let heaven with hallelujahs ring 
 While we adore our new-born King. 
 
 HYMN CXLVI. 
 
 1 |^ OME, view the field of love div ine 
 ^ Where I delight to rove and gleaju 
 How pleasant to this soul of mine! 
 
 What spices blow — what joys are 
 seen! 
 
 2 I'm lost in admiration here, 
 
 Is this the garden of my God? 
 What fragrant balm is that so near? 
 'Tis pardon sprinkled with rich 
 blood. 
 
 3 Is this the manner of his love? 
 
 Did he, to screen my guilty head,- 
 Leave those celestial joys above, 
 To suffer vengeance in my stead? 
 
 4 Methinks I see the dreadful sword 
 
 Plung'd in his body on the tree; 
 But why, O why, my dearest Lord, 
 Why this extreme expense for me? 
 
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 5 Why this excrutiating pain? 
 
 Why wilt thou suffer, bleed, and die? 
 Why part with blood from every vein, 
 To save a wretch so vile as 1? 
 
 6 O let my soul adoring bend, 
 
 Here is profound, stupendous love, 
 Too vast for me to comprehend, 
 Too vast for all the saints above. 
 
 7 Yet I would fain more fully know, 
 
 That thou art mine, more clearly 
 
 see, 
 By faith engrafted, let me grow, 
 Thou root and spring of life, like 
 
 thee. 
 
 8 Make me a plant of thy right hand, 
 
 Thy full salvation let me prove; 
 In paradise I then shall stand 
 And live for ever in thy love. 
 
 HYMN CXLVII. 
 
 1 TC^ROM the regions of love, 
 
 •*- Lol an angel descended, 
 
 And told the strange news, 
 
 How the babe was attended: 
 Go shepherds and visit, 
 
 This wonderful stranger; 
 With wonder and joy, 
 
 See your God in a manger, 
 
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 2 Glad tidings I bring, 
 
 To you and each nation; 
 Glad tidings of joy, 
 
 Now behold your salvation: 
 AVhen sudden a multitude, 
 
 Raise their glad voices, 
 And shout the Redeemer, 
 
 While heaven rejoices. 
 
 3 Now glory to God, 
 
 In the highest is given; 
 Now glory to God, 
 
 Is re-echo 'd through heaven: 
 Around the whole earth; 
 
 Let us tell the glad story; 
 And sing of his love, 
 
 His salvation and glory. 
 
 4 Enraptur'd I burn, 
 
 With delight and desire; 
 Such love so divine, 
 
 Sets my soul all on fire: 
 Around tne bright throne 
 
 Now hosannas are ringing, 
 O when shall I join 
 
 Them, and ever be singing. 
 
 5 Triumphantly ride, 
 
 In thy chariot victorious, 
 And conquer with love, 
 O Jesus, all glorious; 
 
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 Thy banner unfurl, 
 
 Bid the nations surrender; 
 And own thee their Saviour, 
 
 Their King and Defender. 
 
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 Hallelujah to the Lamb, 
 
 Who has purchas'd our pardon; 
 We will praise him again, 
 
 When we pass over Jordan. 
 
 HYMN CXLVIII. 
 
 1 "OEJOICE, ye saints no longer 
 -" mourn, 
 
 Let all your grief to gladness turn; 
 In Jesu's kingdom now ye stand, 
 And ev'ry saint is in his hand. 
 
 2 Should storms and tempests dreadful 
 
 rise, 
 And clouds of darkness veil the skies; 
 Jehovah will the storm command, 
 And ev'ry saint is in his hand. 
 
 3 Should fiends infernal rave and rage, 
 And hell itself your soul engage; 
 Then with a noble courage stand, 
 Your soul is safe in Jesu's hand. 
 
 4 Should keen affliction, pain, and los«, 
 Bear hard, and heavy be the cross; 
 
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 Fear not, you're in a desert land, 
 But quite secure in Jesu's hand. 
 
 5 Whate'er our troubles in the way, 
 Or storm, or foes, or night or day; 
 We may with dauntless courage stand. 
 For Jesus holds in his hand. 
 
 6 Should death approach with all i£|] 
 
 train 
 Of glooms and horrors, fear and pain: 
 Around your beds will angels stand, 
 And Jesus raise you with his hand. 
 
 HYMN CXLIX. 
 
 1 TF AIL, Father, Son, and Spirit great. 
 •"- Before the birth of time, 
 Enthron'd in everlasting state, 
 
 Jehovah, Elohim! 
 
 2 A mystical plurality 
 We in the godhead own, 
 
 Adoring one in persons three, 
 And three in nature one. 
 
 3 From thee our being we receive, 
 The creatures of thy grace; 
 
 And rais'd out of the earth, we live, 
 To sing out Maker's praise. 
 
 Thy pow'rful, wise, and loving mind, 
 
 Did our creation plan, 
 And the glorious persons join'd 
 
 To form thy favourite, man. 
 
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 5 Again thou didst, in council met,, 
 
 Thy ruin'd work restore; 
 Establish'd in our first estate, 
 To forfeit it no more. 
 
 6 And when we rise in love renew'd. 
 
 Our souls resemble thee, 
 An image of the triune God, 
 To all eternity. 
 
 HYMN CL. 
 
 1 "\tf Y God, my God, on thee I call; 
 i-^-i- Thee only would I know, 
 One drop of blood on me let fall, 
 
 And wash me white as snow. 
 
 2 Touch me, and make the leper clean, 
 
 Purge my iniquity: 
 Unless thou wash my soul from sin, 
 I have no part in thee. 
 
 6 But art thou not already mine? 
 Answer if mine thou art! 
 Whisper within, thou love divine, 
 And cheer my drooping heart. 
 
 4> Tell me again, my peace is made, 
 And bid the sinner live; 
 The debt's discharged, the ransom's 
 paid, 
 My Father must forgive. 
 
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 Behold, for me the Victim bleeds, 
 His wounds are open'd wide; 
 For me the Blood of Sprinkling pleads 
 And speaks me justify'd. 
 
 6 why did I my Saviour leave! 
 
 So soon unfaithful prove? 
 How could I thy good spirit grieve. 
 And sin against thy love? 
 
 7 I forc'd thee first to disappear, 
 
 I turn'd thy face aside: 
 Ah, Lord! if thou hadst still been here 
 Thy servant had not dy'd. 
 
 8 But O how soon thy wrath is o'er, 
 
 And pardoning love takes place! 
 Assist me, Saviour, to adore 
 The riches of thy grace. 
 
 9 O could I loose myself in thee! 
 
 Thy depth of mercy prove, 
 Thou vast, unfathomable sea 
 Of unexhausted love. 
 
 1 My humbFd soul, when thou art near 
 
 In dust and ashes lies! 
 How shall a sinful worm appear, 
 Or meet thy purer eyes? 
 
 til loathe myself when God I see, 
 And into nothing fall; 
 Content if thou exalted be, 
 And Christ be all in all. 
 
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 Would in all thy footsteps go, 
 Walk as Jesus walk'd below. 
 
 While thou dost on earth appear, 
 Servant to thy servants here; 
 Mindful of thy place above, 
 All thy life was pray'r and love. 
 
 Such our whole employment be, 
 Works of faith and charity; 
 Works of love on man bestow'd, 
 Secret intercourse with God. 
 
 Early in the temple meet, 
 Let us still our Saviour greet;-: 
 Nightly to the mount repair, 
 Join our praying pattern there. 
 
 There by wrestling faith obtain 
 Powt to work for God again; 
 Pow'r his image to retrieve, 
 Pow'r like thee our Lord to live. 
 
 Vessels, instruments of grace, 
 Pass we thus our happy days, 
 'Twixt the mount and multitude, 
 Doing or receiving good:. 
 
 Glad to pray and labour on, 
 Till our earthly course is run, 
 Till we on the sacred tree, 
 Bow the head and die like thee 
 
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 HYMN CLIII. 
 
 1 T3EH0LD, he comes, the Saviou 
 O comes, 
 Dress'd in his bright array, 
 
 Awake, ye saints, and burst you 
 
 tombs, 
 And view the glorious day. 
 
 2 He comes, attended from on high 
 
 With thousands through the skies: 
 His glory shines,* and every eye 
 Shall see him with surprise*. 
 
 3 Lo, in the clouds the Judge descends 
 
 With his illustrious train, 
 Sinners he severs from his friends, 
 And dooms to endless pain. 
 
 4 He comes to make his justice known. 
 
 To vindicate his word; 
 The guilty view him on his throne, 
 And wail before the Lord. 
 
 5 Till now they never sought his face, 
 
 Nor wept for sin before; 
 O how tremendous is their case! 
 They weep to laugh no more. 
 
 6 Once they despised his glorious name, 
 
 And set at naught his worth; 
 But now they feel with bitter shame, 
 His tierce, vindictive wrath. 
 
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 m They now behold the saints rejoice, 
 And mount above the skies; 
 These praise the Lamb, with cheerful 
 voice, 
 And triumph as they rise. 
 
 8 Yes, and my soul shall bear her part 
 In their melodious song, 
 My Saviour's grace shall tune my 
 heart, 
 His love inspire my tongue. 
 
 HYMN CLIY. 
 
 1 rpREMBLE, my soul, fail down be- 
 -■- fore 
 
 Jehovah, infinite in power! 
 Tremble before Eternal Might, 
 No flesh may glory in his sight. 
 
 2 'Tis he that animates thy clay; 
 Life, death, and hell his voice obey: 
 'Tis he destroys, 'tis he can save; 
 'Tis he that rescues from the grave. 
 
 I He wounds, and he alone can heal; 
 He sends — and cures the pains I feel: 
 r Tis God, and I'll adore his name, 
 Whose power revives my dying frame. 
 
 4 Justice afflicts, and love relieves, 
 My soul from him her help receives; 
 
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 From him all comforts we derive; 
 Faitli he bestows and keeps alive. 
 
 Faitli can perceive, in darkest hour, 
 Eternal wisdom join'd with pow'r, 
 Justice c;o hand and hand with grace 
 And truth and mercy keep one pace. 
 
 HYMN CXV. 
 
 1 T1/"HY, O my soul, these gloomy 
 
 * ^ fears? 
 Why all these sighs, and groans, and 
 tears? 
 
 why this God-dishonoring grief? 
 Why all this wretched unbelief? 
 
 2 Though helpless in my self I lie, 
 And lost to all eternity, 
 Yet I shall triumph o'er the grave, 
 Since Jesus came to seek and save. 
 
 3 To save poor sinners, such as me, 
 To set the captive prisoners free, 
 To comfort those that mourn — to heal 
 The wounds of all who misery feel. 
 
 4 To save the ruin'd and undone, 
 To seek the lost — Lord, I am one! 
 
 1 see, and mourn my guilt with 
 
 shame — 
 To seek out such the Saviour came. 
 
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 5 Then let my gratitude abound, 
 I once was lost, but now am found; 
 I once was dead but now I live: 
 Praise, praise, is all that I can give. 
 
 HYMN CLVI. 
 
 1 TC* VER fainting with desire, 
 -" For thee, O Christ, I call! 
 Thee I restlessly require, 
 
 I want my God, my all. 
 Jesu, dear redeeming Lord, 
 
 I wait thy coming from above: 
 Help me, Saviour, speak the word. 
 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 2 Wilt thou suffer me to go 
 
 Lamenting all my days? 
 Shall I never, never know 
 
 Thy sanctifying grace? 
 Wilt thou not the light afford; 
 
 The darkness from my soul remove? 
 Help me, Saviour, speak the word, 
 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 3 Lord, if Ion thee believe, 
 The second gift impart; 
 
 With th' indwelling spirit give 
 
 A new, a contrite heart; 
 If with love thy heart is stor'd, 
 
 If now o'er me thy bowels move, 
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 Help me, Saviour, speak the word, 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 4 Let me gain my calling's hope, 
 
 O make the sinner clean! 
 Dry corruption's fountain up, 
 
 Cut offth' intail of sin: 
 Take me into thee my Lord, 
 
 And I shall then no longer rove: 
 Help me, Saviour, speak the word, 
 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 5 Thou my life, my treasure be, 
 
 My portion here below! 
 Nothing would I seek but thee, 
 
 Thee only would I know: 
 My exceeding great reward, 
 
 My heav'n on earth, my heav'u 
 above: 
 Help me, Saviour, speak the word, 
 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
 G Grant me now the bliss to feel 
 
 Of those that are in thee: 
 Son of God, thyself reveal, 
 
 Engrave thy name on me: 
 As in heav'n be here ador'd, 
 
 And let me now thy promise prove: 
 Help me, Saviour, speak the word, 
 
 And perfect me in love. 
 
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 HYMN CLVII. 
 
 1 "V/|~Y God! — for I can call the mine, 
 MM. My Father and my Friend; 
 Am I not thine, for ever thine? — • 
 
 To thee my groans ascend. 
 
 2 When helpers fail on every hand 
 
 I look to thee, O Lord, 
 My douhts and fears through faith 
 withstand, 
 And trust thy faithful word. 
 
 3 In all my straits, in all my woes, 
 
 For thee, my God I wait? 
 My soul can all her trust repose 
 On faithfulness so great. 
 
 4 My God! — how pleasing is the sound! 
 
 What can I wish for more? 
 In thee, my God, my soul has found 
 An everlasting store. 
 
 5 My God — I still repeat the cry, 
 
 Bring thy salvation near; 
 My God, do thou my wants supply, 
 And manifest thy care. 
 
 6 My God will hear me when I call; 
 
 My God will send relief: 
 While thou, my God, art all in all* 
 I cannot yield to grief. 
 
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 7 This word can lighten every care: 
 
 While I can say — my God — 
 Fulness in poverty 1 share 
 And satisfying food. 
 
 8 Eternal thanks to thy great name, 
 
 Whose grace hath made me thine; 
 Nothing shall put my soul to shame 
 While I can call the mine. 
 
 9 Let grateful thanks to Jesus rise, 
 
 Who bought me with his blood, 
 Who gave his life a sacrifice 
 Ere I could say — my God. 
 
 10 Joyful in tribulation now 
 
 I bless my God and King; 
 Of mercy, and of judgment too, 
 W^ith cheerful voice I sing. 
 
 11 My God, thou hast rebuk'd my fears, 
 
 They fled at thy command; 
 I leave my soul with all her cares 
 In thine almighty hand; 
 
 HYMN CLVIII. 
 
 1 TESUS, my Hiding-place thoa art, 
 •J My Rock, my Refuge, and my all; 
 My mis'ries swell, O take my part; 
 In mercy save me, or I fall. 
 Z My soul is overwhelm'd with grief, 
 My heart with sorrows well nigh 
 broke; 
 
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 Haste and appoint some kind relief, 
 Or I must die beneath the stroke. 
 
 3 Pity my weakness, O my God, 
 
 My woes unable to sustain; 
 Lighten the great, the heavy load, 
 And mix some pleasure with my 
 pain. 
 
 4 Leave not my drooping soul alone, 
 
 Lest I dishonour thy great name; 
 Lest satan mock my doleful moan, 
 And laugh exulting o'er -my shame. 
 
 5 Hide me, I tremble at thy power, 
 
 I fear thy rod, thou King of kings. 
 Hide me, till all thy wrath is o'er, 
 Beneath the shadow of thy wings. 
 
 HYMN CL1X. 
 
 1 i^OME, descend, O heavenly Spirit, 
 ^ Fan each spark into a flame; 
 Blessings let us now inherit, 
 
 Blessings that we cannot name: 
 Whilst hosannahs we are singing, 
 
 May our hearts in rapture move, 
 Feel new grace in them still springing. 
 
 Breathe the air of purest love. 
 
 2 Let us sail in grace's ocean, 
 
 Float on that unbounded sea^ 
 
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 Guided into pure devotion, 
 Kept from paths of error free: 
 
 On thy heav'nly manna feeding, 
 Screen'd from ev'ry envious foe; 
 
 Love, O love for sinners bleeding, 
 All for thee we would forego. 
 
 3 Keep us, Lord, still in communion, 
 
 Daily nearer drawn to thee; 
 Sinking to the sweetest union 
 
 Of that heart-felt misery; 
 Keep us safe from each delusion, 
 
 Well protected from all harms; 
 Free from sin, and all confusion, 
 
 Circle us within thine arms. 
 
 HYMN CLX. 
 
 1 f~\ GOD, how mournful is my case! 
 ^-^ How high my sorrows rise! 
 Shew me again thy smiling face, 
 
 And hear my doleful cries. 
 
 2 How great my weakness and my pain! 
 
 How far from all relief! 
 No friend to hear my soul complain, 
 Or mitigate my grief. 
 
 3 Near to the gate of death I lie, 
 
 And fear to enter in. 
 Hear me, O God, before I die, 
 And cheer my soul again. 
 
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 4 Doth God in wrath my soul abhor? 
 
 Why am I thus distrcst? 
 For Jesus' sake, thy hand withdraw, 
 And give my spirit rest. 
 
 5 Turn unto me thy gracious eye, 
 
 O thou eternal God! 
 Before I faint, before I die 
 Beneath thy chast'ning rod. 
 
 6 While o'er thy fainting, dying dust, 
 
 The rising billows roll, 
 Help me to make thy name my trust, 
 And cheer my drooping soul. 
 
 7 While I exert my feeble powers, 
 
 And send my groans above, 
 Lighten, O Lord, my gloomy hours, 
 With thy forgiving love. 
 
 HYMN CLXI. 
 
 1MTHEN descending from the sky, 
 * * The bridegroom shall appear; 
 And the solemn midnight cry, 
 
 Shall call professors near; 
 How the sound our hearts will damp! 
 
 How will shame o'erspread each 
 face; 
 If we only have a lamp, 
 
 Without the oil of grace. 
 
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 2 Foolish virgins then will wake, 
 
 And seek for a supply; 
 But in vain the pains they take, 
 
 To borrow or to buy: 
 Then with those they now despise, 
 
 Earnestly they wish to share; 
 But the best among the wise, 
 
 Will have no oil to spare. 
 
 3 Wise are they and truly blest, 
 
 Who then shall ready be: 
 But despair will seize the rest, 
 
 And dreadful misery; 
 Once, they'll cry, we scorn'd to doubt, 
 
 Though in lies our trust we put; 
 Now our lamp of hope is out, 
 
 The door of mercy's shut. 
 
 * If they then presume to plead, 
 
 " Lord open to us now; 
 We on earth have heard and prayM, 
 
 And with thy saints did vow:" 
 He will answer from his throne, 
 
 " Tho* you with my people mix'd, 
 Yet to me you ne'er were known, 
 
 Depart your doom is fix'd/' 
 
 J O that none who worship here, 
 May hear the word depart: 
 Lord, impress a godly fear, 
 On each professor's heart: 
 
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 Help us Lord, to search the camp. 
 Let us not ourselves beguile} 
 
 Trusting to a dying lamp, 
 Without a stock of oil. 
 
 HYMN CLXII. 
 
 1 A CHARGE to keep I have: 
 A A God to glorify; 
 
 A never dying soul to save, 
 
 And fit it for the sky; 
 To serve the present age, 
 
 My calling to fulfil; 
 O may it all my powers engage 
 
 To do my Master's will. 
 
 2 Arm me with jealous care, 
 
 As in thy sight to live; 
 And O thy servant. Lord, prepare 
 
 A strict account to give: 
 Help me to watch and pray, 
 
 And on thyself rely: 
 Assur'd if I my trust betray, 
 
 I shall for ever die. 
 
 HYMN CLXIII. 
 1 TNTO a world of ruffians sent, 
 -*- I walk on hostile ground; 
 Wild human bears on slaughter bent. 
 And rav'ning wolves surround. 
 
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 2 The lion seeks my soul to slay, 
 
 In some unguarded hour; 
 And waits to tear his sleeping prey. 
 And watches to devour. 
 
 3 But worse than all my foes I find 
 
 The enemy within, 
 The evil heart, the carnal mind, 
 My own insiduous sin. 
 
 4* My nature ev'ry moment waits 
 To render me secure, 
 And all my paths with ease besets, 
 To make my ruin sure. 
 
 5 But thou hast giv'n a loud alarm, 
 
 And thou shalt still prepare 
 My soul for all assaults, and arm 
 With never ceasing pray'r. 
 
 6 O do not suffer me to sleep, 
 
 Who on thy love depend! 
 But still thy faithful servant keep, 
 And save me to the end. 
 
 HYMN CLXIV. 
 
 1 TTATIj! thou once despised Jesus, 
 -"- Hail, thou everlasting King! 
 Thou didst suffer to redeem us; 
 Thou didst free salvation bring. 
 
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 Hail, thou agonizing Saviour, 
 Bearer of our sin and shame! 
 
 By thy merits we find favour; 
 Life is given thro' thy name. 
 
 2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed, 
 
 All our sins on thee were laid: 
 By almighty love anointed, 
 
 Thou hast full atonement made: 
 All thy people are forgiven, 
 
 Thro' the virtue of thy blood: 
 Open'd is the gate of heav'n; 
 
 Peace is made 'twixt man and God. 
 
 3 Jesus, hail! enthron'd in glory, 
 
 There for ever to abide! 
 All the heav'nly hosts adore thee, 
 
 Seated at thy Father's side: 
 There for sinners thou art pleading, 
 
 There thou dost our place prepare: 
 Ever for us interceding, 
 
 Till in glory we appear. 
 
 4 Worship honour, pow'r and blessing, 
 
 Thou art worthy to receive; 
 Loudest praises, without ceasing, 
 
 Meet it is for us to give: 
 Help, ye bright angelic spirits? 
 
 Bring your sweetest, noblest lays; 
 Help to sing our Saviour's merits; 
 
 Help (o chaimt Immanuel's praise. 
 
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 HYMN CLXY. 
 
 MY Saviour's pierced side 
 Pour'd out a double flood; 
 By water we are purify'd, 
 And pardon'd by the blood. 
 
 CalFd from above I rise, 
 
 And wash away my sin; 
 The stream to which my spirit flies. 
 
 Can make the foulest clean. 
 
 It runs divinely clear, 
 
 A fountain deep and wide: 
 
 'Twas open'd by the soldier's spear 
 In- my Redeemer's side! 
 
 THE END 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Page 
 
 ALMIGHTY love inspire 17 
 All you that love the Lord draw near 18 
 
 As near to Calvary I pass'd 106 
 
 Alas, and did my Saviour bleed 109 
 
 Arise my soul arise 117 
 
 A soldier of the cross am I 12S 
 
 Ah! see that lifeless clay 133 
 
 Ah lovely appearance of death 137 
 
 And is this heaven? and am I here 167 
 
 Arise, my soul, to Jesus fly 168 
 
 A solemn march we make 169 
 
 Arise, my gracious God 178 
 
 All glory to God in the sky 481 
 
 A charge to keep I have 205 
 
 Behold a light shines in the night 12 
 
 Behold that great and awful day 35 
 
 Burst ye emerald gates and bring 44- 
 
 Before Jehovah's awful throne 70 
 
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INDEX. 
 
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 Behold how Zion looks abroad 78 j 
 
 By faith I live, by faith I see 141 1 
 
 Behold, he comes, the Saviour comes 194 1 
 
 Children of the heavenly King 13 
 
 Come ye that know the Lord indeed 2L j 
 
 Come all ye weary travellers 52 j 
 
 Come on my partners in distress 80 J 
 
 Come and taste along with me 1181 
 
 Come ye that fear the Lord 131 J 
 
 Come all you pensive mourners 160 | 
 
 Come holy spirit heavenly dove 173 1 
 
 Come view the field of love divine 181 
 
 Come, O thou universal good 107 
 
 Come, descend, O heavenly Spirit 201 
 
 Don't you see my Jesus coming 14 
 
 Day of judgment day of wonders 64 
 
 Down headlong from their native skies 99 
 
 Ever fainting with desire 197 
 
 Father of our dying Lord 6 
 
 Fountain of Life to all below 51 
 
 Farewell dear friend, a long farewell 58 
 Farewell dear friends I must be gone 65 
 Far from these narrow scenes of night 116 
 Friendship to every willing mind 143 
 Father, Omnipotent divine 133 
 
 From the regions of love 185 
 
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 God of my salvation, hear 60 
 
 God of my life to thee 144 
 
 Go, my beloved husband, go 157 
 
 Give me the wings of faith, to rise 164 
 
 Glorious Saviour of my soul 180 
 
 Holy God and hast thou sent 42 
 
 How should the morning of my days 47 
 Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound 61 
 How happy every child of grace 75 
 
 Hail! all hail, the glorious morning 97 
 Hark! the herald angels sing 88 
 
 How beauteous are their feet 89 
 
 Hark! how the gospel trumpet sounds 102 
 He dies the friend of sinners dies 67 
 How oft doth beauty lead to sin 134 
 
 Hark, the glad sound the Saviour 
 
 comes 138 
 
 Here, at the throne of Sovereign 
 
 grace 155 
 
 How welcome is the news 158 
 
 Hark! the jubilee is sounding 175 
 
 Hail Father, Son, and Spirit great 188 
 Holy Lamb, who thee confess 192 
 
 Hail! jjhou once despised Jesus 206 
 
 I'm tir'd with visits modes and forms 22 
 Infinite grief, amazing woe 79 
 
 In evil long I took delight 96 
 
INDEX. 
 
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 In the house of king David a foun- 
 tain doth spring 112 
 I sing my Saviour's wonderous death 115 
 In all my Lord's appointed ways 125 
 In themselves as weak as worms 146 
 I'm glad I ever saw the day 95 
 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord 163 
 I languish for the sight 169 
 If ever pity mov'd thee 171 
 Into a world of ruffians sent 205 
 
 Jesus grant us all a Messing 15 
 
 Jesus lover of my soul 70 
 
 Jesus and shall it ever be 85 
 
 Jesus, when can I see thy face 92 
 
 Jesus great Shepherd of the sheep 108 
 
 Jesus my Hiding-place thou art 200 
 
 Love divine all loves excelling 28 
 Lord search and try this heart of 
 
 mine 56 
 
 Listed into the cause of sin 82 
 
 Loi we see the sign appearing 105 
 
 Lord how divine thy comforts are 123 
 
 Look unto me the Saviour cries #& 142 
 
 My soul's full of glory it fires my 
 
 tongue 37 
 
 My Saviour my almighty Friend 46 
 
 My thoughts on awful subjects roll 69 
 
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 Aleck, patient Lamb of God, to thee 100 
 My life declines, my strength is 
 
 gone 122 
 
 My brethren all, on you I call 93 
 
 My God — my God, on thee I call 189 
 
 My God, for I can call thee mine 199 
 
 My Saviour's pierced side 208 
 
 Now whilst I try my heart 40 
 
 Now the Saviour stands a pleading 77 
 
 Now begins the heavenly theme 86 
 
 Now satan comes with awful roar 165 
 
 Now let a spacious world arise 191 
 
 O when shall I see Jesus 11 
 
 Of him who did salvation bring 68 
 O what a vain and empty world is 
 
 this 129 
 
 O thou God of my salvation 132 
 
 O love divine! what hast thou done 136 
 
 O that I had a faithful friend 148 
 
 Our souls, by love together knit 166 
 
 O God, how mournful is my case 202 
 
 Peace troubled soul, thou needst not 
 
 fear 98 
 
 Rapid my days and months run on 29 I 
 
 Rejoice, ye saints, no longer mourn 187 
 
INDEX. 
 
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 Salvation! O the joyful sound 41 
 
 See the Eternal Judge descending 49 
 Sing to the Lord ye heavenly hosts 115 
 Stop, poor sinner, stop and think 124 
 Shepherds rejoice, lift up your eyes 126 
 So fair a face bedew'd with tears* 140 
 See slow and solemn move along 152 
 Sav'd by grace 1 live to tell 174 
 
 Soon as 1 heard my Father say 179 
 
 Still, Lord, I languish for thy grace 139 
 
 The Son of Man they did betray 3 
 
 Thee we adore eternal name 16 
 
 The fields are all white, and the 
 
 harvest is near 30 
 
 Though Zion aillicted with wave 
 
 upon wave 45 
 
 The spacious firmament on high 48 
 
 The reason we love friendship 62 
 
 There is a heaven above the skies 72 
 Thus to each saint while here below 73 
 Throughout our Saviour's life we 
 
 true 90 
 
 *Tis my Beloved's awful voice 104 
 
 The Lord into his garden comes 110 
 To thee my God, 1 make my moan 154 
 Thanks to thy name, thou God of love 159 
 The Lord Jehovah reigns 177 
 
 To us, to us a child is born 183 
 
 Tremble, my soul, fall down before 195 
 
INDEX. 
 
 Pace 
 
 'JV 
 
 Vital spark of heavenly flame 50 
 
 When business is over, my moments 
 
 of leisure 9 
 
 Why should we start and fear to die 20 
 When man in sin's wild maze was 
 
 lost 54 
 
 What hath the world to equal this 57 
 When, gracious Lord, when shall 
 
 it be 39 
 
 While shepherds wateh'd their flocks 
 
 by night 76 
 
 Why thus cast down, my soul 8-4 
 
 Why, O my soul, these gloomy fears 196 
 Wandering pilgrims, mourning chris- 
 tians 120 
 We've found the rock the travelers 
 
 ery'd 149 
 
 When rising from the bed of death 156 
 What sound is this salutes mine ear 162 
 When I can read my title clear 17 i 
 
 Weary souls, who wander wide 176 
 
 When descending from the sky 20 
 
 n 3 
 
 fe happy souls with peaceful minds 
 Ye children of Jesus, who're bound 
 
 for the kingdom 24 
 
 STe saints of God, come bear me tell 32 
 
 Ye pilgrims that are wandering home 39 
 
INDEX. 
 
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 Ye saints attend the Saviour's voice 101 
 Ye little iloek whom Jesus feeds 146 
 Ye fleeting eharms of earth; farewell 87 
 
 Zion rejoieg. and Judah sin; 
 
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