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Shall he not all things freely grant,
That boundless love can give?
'Tis God hath justifi'd:
The Lamb of God hath died.
Triumphant from the grave:
Omnipotent to save.
While they are slaves to lust!
If faith be cold and dead;
To Christ, the living Head.
And works by active love,
And lift the thoughts above.
The minister of sin.
(1v. 4.) Mir29
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
All my hope from thee I bring;
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! L
he say than to you he hath said,
“I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
“Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
“My grace all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; L
“ Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.
“I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
Thy better portion trace,
Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place:
Time shall soon this earth remove;
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize; Soon thy Saviour will return, To take thee to the skies :
L There is everlasting peace,
Rest, enduring rest in heav'n; There, will sorrow ever cease, And crowns of joy be giv'n. HYMN 146.
(111. 1.) 1 YHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey, let us sing ; L Sing the Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and
ways 2 We are trav'lling home to God
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,
Christ our advocate was made;
Christ conducts us to our home. 4 Lord, obediently we'll go,
Gladly leaving all below;
(c. m.) 1
WHEN I can read my title clear
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And fiery darts be hurl'd,
And face a frowning world.
Let storms of sorrow fall;
My God, my heav'n, my all :
Shall find eternal rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
In nature's barren soil;
Is vanity and toil.
A sense of pard’ning love,
Give joys like those above.
And purify the mind;
And leave the world behind.
O, thou who art the Lord's,
And thus surround the throne.
That never knew our God,
May speak their joys abroad.
Our Father and our love;
Then waft our souls above.
And never, never sin ;
Drink endless pleasures in.
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create.
Glory begun below:
COME ye that love the Lord, ! (dis
LORD, with glowing heart Id praise thee CP,
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
(111. 3.) 1
For the bliss thy love bestows;
And the peace that from it flows:
Can my love be warm'd to praise.
Wretched wand'rer, far astray; L!
From the paths of death away;
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, L
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express :
Deign thy suppliant's pray'r to bless :
flame within me raise; And, since words can never measure, Let my life show forth thy praise.
HYMN 151, (111. 1.) 1L°
ORD, my God, I long to know, ,
Oft it causes anxious thought;