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; Touch'd me by his spirit's pow'r, And my dang❜rous slumber broke, Then I saw and own'd my guilt; Soon my gracious Lord replied, "Fear not, I my blood have spilt, 'Twas for such as thee I died.” s Shame and wonder, joy and love, All at once possess'd my heart; Can I hope thy grace to prove After acting such 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."
4 Come, my fellow-sinners, try,
Jesus' heart is full of love;
Oh that you, as well as I,
May his wondrous mercy prove!
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.
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The comforts of the way.
OME and taste along with me
Consolation running free;
From our father's gracious throne,
Sweeter than the honey-comb.
2 Wherefore should I feast alone? Mourning souls, there yet is room; Converts ever coming in
Make the banquet sweeter still.
3 Now I go to heaven's door,
Asking for a little more;
Jesus gives a double share;
Still I am a gleaner there.
4 My old nature doth its best
To deprive my soul of rest,
But I've treasures coming in
Which are opposite to sin.
5 Sinful nature, prone to vice,
Cannot stop the force of grace,
While there is a God to give
Or a mourner to receive.
6 Goodness running like a stream
Through the New Jerusalem,
Doth by constant breaking forth
Sweeten earth and heaven both.
Saints in glory sing aloud
In the praises of their God;
We who sing in faith below
Soon to glory too shall go.
8 Heaven's here and heaven's there;
Comforts flowing every where !
This I freely do confess
That my soul has got a taste.
9 Now I go rejoicing home,
From the banquet of perfume,
Finding manna on the road,
Dropping from the mount of God.
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The happy hopeful saint.
MAY it be my lot to see
The church in full prosperity;
To see the bright, the glittering bride,
Close seated by her Saviour's side.
2 O may I find some humble seat,
Beneath my dear Redeemer's feet;
A servant as before I've been,
And sing salvation to my king.
3 I'm glad that I am born to die,
From grief and wo my soul shall fly;
Bright angels shall convey me home,
Away to New Jerusalem."
4 I'll praise my Maker while I've breath 3
I hope to praise him after death;
I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly.
5 Farewell vain world, I'm going home, My Saviour smiles and bids me come; His angels beckon me away,
To join the saints in endless day.
6 I soon shall pass the vale of death,—
In his dear arms I'll lose my breath;
And then my happy soul shali tell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
7 I soon shall hear the awful sound,
Awake ye nations under ground:
Arise and drop your dying shrouds,
And meet king Jesus in the clouds.
When to that bless'd world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies,
This note above the rest shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
Then shall I see my blessed God,
And praise him in his bright abode;
My theme through all eternity
Shall glory, glory, glory, be.
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Friend's Parting.
UR souls by love together knit,
Cemented, mix'd in one,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice, 'Tis Heaven on earth begun ;
Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke,
And glow'd with sacred fire;
He stopp'd and talk'd, and fed and bless'd,
And fill'd the enlarg'd desire.
A Saviour let creation sing,
A Saviour let all heaven ring;
He's God with us, we feel him ours,
His fullness in our souls he pours ;
'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er,
We're joining them who're gone before,
We soon shall meet to part no more.
2 We're soldiers fighting for our God,
Let trembling cowards fly;
We'll stand unshaken, firm and fix'd
With Christ to live and die:
Let Devils rage, and Hell assail,
We'll cut our passage through;
Let foes unite, and reeds desert,
We'll still the crow: pursue.
A Saviour let, &c.
3 The little cloud increases still,
The heav'ns abound with rain;
We haste to catch the teeming show'r,
And all its moisture drain;
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows,
But pour the mighty flood;
O sweep the nations, shake the earth,
"Till all proclaim thee God,
A Saviour let, &c.
4 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And set'st thy starry crown,
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,
Proclaim'd by thee thine own;
May we, the little band of love,
We sinners, sav'd by grace,
From glory into glory chang'd,
Behold thee face to face.
A Saviour let, &c.
CXVI. 7, 8. MEDLEY.
The Believer's hiding place.
1 HALL, Sov'reign love, that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man,
Hail matchless, free, eternal grace,
That gave my soul a hiding place.
2 Against the God that rules the sky,
I fought with hands uplifted high;
Despis'd the gospel of his grace,
Too proud to seek a hiding place.
3 Enwrapt in dark Egyptian night,
Fonder of darkness than of light,
Madly I ran the sinful race,
Secure, without a hiding place.
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