4 But, O! when that last conflict's o'er, 5 Soon shall I learn th' exalted strains, 1 HYMN LXX. ARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2 On him, the Spirit, largely pour'd, Wisdom, and might, and zeal, and love 3 He comes the prisoners to release, The gates of brass before him burst, 4 He comes, from thickest films of vice And on the eyes opprest with night, 5 He comes the broken heart to bind, 6 Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace, 1 HYMN LXXI. TERNAL Spirit, Source of light, Our dull, our frozen hearts inspire: 2 In our cold breasts, O strike a spark Or lie benumb'd and stupid still; And make our hearts thy constant home. 3 Whatever guilt and madness dare, We would not quench the heavenly fire; Our hearts as fuel we prepare, Though in the flame we should expire: Our breasts expand to make thee room; Come, purifying Spirit, come! 4 Let pure devotion's fervors rise! Let every pious passion glow! O let the raptures of the skies 1 Kindle in our cold hearts below! THE HYMN LXXII. HEY who now surround the throne Worshipping the Holy One, Triumphant in his love; Once were pilgrims here below, Beset on ev'ry hand. 2 But they have the vict'ry gain'd, Have their utmost wish obtain'd, Not by merit of their own, Did they gain the heavenly prize; 'Twas the bleeding Lamb alone, Who rais'd them to the skies. 3 Not by human power or might, They conquer'd every foe : Jesus did their battles fight, And brought them safely through: Out of weakness made them strong, All their num'rous wants supply'd; He is now their only song, Who liv'd for them and died. 4 Christ himself for ever lives, To captives bound in chains; 5 Millions sing his grace above, And crowns above the sky. HYMN LXXIII. HE Father above, The Son of his love, We adore, with the Spirit of grace, Till he bids us arise To our thrones in the skies, And eternity spend in his praise. INDEX. A ABBA, Father! hear thy child All praise to him who dwells in bliss Amidst thy wrath, remember love Page. 261 248 49 151 237 205 35 55 85 37 11 47 ... Another day preserv'd by grace ... Awake our souls, away our fears. B ... Before Jehovah's awful throne.... ... ... Behold the Rose of Sharon here Be merciful, O God, to me Better it is in God to trust. .... ... 113 51 159 74 Bless God, my soul; thou, Lord, alone. ... Blest be the Lord! by earth and heaven Bowels of divine compassion... Branch of Jesse's stem, arise Brother in Christ, and well belov'd... C Page. 229 214 248 .... 119 80 14 .... ...... .... .... .... Cast in the mould of sin I am ... D 222 265 18 71 69 122 35 42 134 137 144 179 179 184 192 251 Dear Lord, my thankful heart receives E Earth rejoice, the Lord is king |