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629. S. M.
1. Our heavenly Father calls,
And Christ invites us near; With both, our friendship shall be sweet,
And our communion dear.
2. God pities all our griefs :
He pardons every day; Almighty to protect our souls,
And wise to guide our way.
3. How large His bounties are !
What various stores of good, Diffused from our Redeemer's hand,
And purchased with His blood !
1. I WANT a heart to pray,
To pray, and never cease;
Or wish my suff'rings less.
Always to pray—I want;
And never, never faint. 2. I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim, -
To Thee and Thy great name;
For Thine immortal praise;
And glorify Thy grace. 3. I rest upon Thy word,
The promise is for me;
Shall surely come from Thee:
Nor from my hope remove,
4. Jesus, our living Head,
We bless Thy faithful care; Our Advocate before the throne,
And our forerunner there.
5. Here fix, my roving heart!
Here wait, my warmest love! Till the communion be complete, In nobler scenes above.
632. S. M. 2. Sing, till we feel our heart
Ascending with our tongue; Sing, till the love of sin depart;
And grace inspire our song. 3. Sing, on your heavenly way,
Ye ransomed sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing every day
In Christ, the heavenly King. 4. Soon shall we hear him say,
Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will He call us hence away
To our eternal home. 5. There shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim, And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
To Jesus' cross, ye nations, bow;
He bore the cross for all. 5. Go up with Christ your Head;
Your Captain's footsteps see; Follow your Captain, and be led
To certain victory. 6. All power to Him is given;
He ever reigns the same: Salvation, happiness, and heaven, Are all in Jesus' name.
633. S. M. 1. HARK, how the watchmen cry!
Attend the trumpet's sound; Stand to your arms, the foe is nigh,
The powers of hell surround. 2. Who bow to Christ's command,
Your arms and hearts prepare; The day of battle is at hand,
Go forth to glorious war. 3. See on the mountain top
The standard of your God; In Jesus' name 't is lifted up,
All stain'd with hallow'd blood. 4. His standard-bearers, now
To all the nations call:
634. S. M.
On Jewish altars slain,
Or wash away the stain.
Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name,
And richer blood than they. 3. My faith would lay her hand
On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand,
And there confess my sin. 4. My soul looks back, to see
The burdens Thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree,
And hopes her guilt was there. 5. Believing, we rejoice
To see the curse remove; We bless the Lamb with cheerful voice, And sing His bleeding love.
6. Lord, we obey Thy call;
We lay an humble claim
636. S. M.
1. BEHOLD, what wondrous grace
The Father has bestowed On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2. Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our Head.
1. COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne, 2. Let those refuse to sing,
That never knew our God; But favorites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.. 3. The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:
From faith and hope may grow. 4. The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets. 5. Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry; We're marching through Immanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high.
3. A hope so much divine
May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin,
As Christ, the Lord, is pure. 4. If in my Father's lovo
I share a filial part, Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
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5. We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne; Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry, And Thou the kindred own.
To God, the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be: As was, and is, and shall be so,
Through all eternity.
1. Songs of praise the an-gels sang, Heav'n with halle - lu-jahs rang, When Je-ho-vah's
work be - gun, When he spake,and it was done. When he spake,and it
1. Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Ile spake, and it was done. 2. Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Captive led captivity.
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 4. And shall man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise. 5. Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoico;
Songs of praise to sing above. 6. Borne upon the latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Lives, the bands of death to sever.
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
And, His kingdom still remaining,
Ever living, ever reigning.
Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 3. Jesus lives, and God extends
Grace to each returning sinner;
And exalts to highest honor.
Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 4. Jesus lives, and by His grace
Victory o'er my passions giving,
Ever to His glory living.
Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 5. Jesus lives, and I am sure
Nought shall e'er from Jesus sever,
Pain or pleasure--ye shall never!
Jesus is my Hope and Trust. 6. Jesus lives, and death is now
But my entrance into glory.
Hast a crown of life before thee;
640. 7s.* 1. JESUS lives, and so shall I.
Death! thy sting is gone for ever! He, who dcigned for me to die,
* Sung to Essex, by repeating the two first strains.
H. POND. 2d and 34 times.
"Joy to those that love the Lord!" Saith the sure e · ter - nal word ;
Not of earth the joy it brings, Tempered in
with . in.
3. 'Tis a joy, that seated deep,
Leaves not when we sigh and weep;
Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds. 4. Stern and awful are its tones
When the patriot martyr groans,
Rapture blends with agony. 5. Tend'rer is the form it wears,
Touch'd in love, dissolved in tears,
Sinners clasp the mercy-seat.
Struggling with the storm and shower,
Safely I shall pass the flood,
Safely reach Immanuel's gronnd. 4. When I touch the blessed shore,
Back the closing waves shall roll; Death's dark stream shall never more
Part from Thee my ravished soul. 5. Thus-0 thus an entrance give
To the land of cloudless sky;
Let me know it "gain to die.”
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612. 78. Single.
1. Christ, of all my hopes the ground
Christ, the spring of all my joy!
Still for Thee my powers employ. 2. Fountain of o'erflowing grace!
Freely from Thy fullness give;
Be it “Christ for me to live !" 3. Firmly trusting in Thy blood,
Nothing shall my heart confound;
1. Christ, whose glory fills the skies,
Christ, the true, the only light,
Triumph o'er the shades of night;
Day-star in my heart appear.
If Thy light is hid from me;
Till Thy mercy's beams I see;
Warmth and gladness to my heart. 3. Visit, then, this soul of mine;
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief;
Scatter all my unbelief;