1 SALVATION, O the thought! For sinners doom'd to die, Paid for by Jesus, dearly bought, To raise his foes on high.
2 Salvation, O the song! Let all the world proclaim, And every heart, and every tongue, Rejoice to hear the name.
3 Salvation, rich and free, Salvation, long and broad, Salvation for such worms as we, "Tis all the work of God.
4 He works to will and dò, The Alpha is his name, And he the great Omega too- All glory to the Lamb.
1 THE blessed Jesus is my Lord, I trust in him alone; For every promise of his word
Is steadfast as his throne.
2 Am I a sinner in his sight, And humbled for my guilt? To save and heal is his delight, For me his blood was spilt. 3 Am I athirst for living wine?
The fountain's full and free; Jesus will give the truth divine, He promis'd it to me.
4 Am I desiring heavenly bread With an impatient mind? With this I shall be richly fed, For Jesus Christ is kind.
1 AT anchor laid, remote from home, Toiling I cry, sweet spirit, come! Celestial breeze, no longer stay, But swell my sails, and speed my way.
2 Fain would I mount, fain would I glow, And loose my cable from below: But I can only spread my sail,
Thou, thou must breathe th' auspicious gale.
At a Convention of Ministers.
1 NOW we are met from different parts, May heavenly love inspire our hearts; May all we do be done in love, Like those that meet to praise above.
2 May this a striking emblem be Of that great meeting all must see: Where heavenly love tunes every chord In loud hosannas to the Lord.
3 Be with us, Jesus, while we stay, And guide us when we praise or pray; In all we do, may we proclaim The praise and glory of thy name.
The Influence of Love.
1 LOVE is the strongest tie That can our hearts unite; Love makes our service liberty, Our every burden light.
2 We run in God's commands When love directs the way; With willing hearts, and active hands, Our Maker's will obey.
3 Love softens all our toil, And makes our bondage blest; The gloomy desert wears a smile When love inspires the breast.
4 Let love for ever grow,
And banish wrath and strife: So shall we witness here below The joys of social life.
5 When we ascend the skies, And see the Saviour's face, Love will to full perfection rise, And reign through all the place.
279. P. M. Spring.
1 THE winter is over and gone:
The thrush whistles sweet on the
spray, The turtle breathes forth her soft moan, The lark mounts and warbles away.
2 Shall every creature around
Their voices in concert unite,
And I, the most favour'd, be found In praising to take less delight?
3 Awake, then, my harp and my lute! Sweet organs, your notes loudly swell! No longer my lips shall be mute,
The Saviour's high praises to tell. 4 His love in my heart shed abroad, My graces shall bloom as the spring; This temple, his Spirit's abode, My joy, as my duty, to sing.
Universal Praise to the Creator.
1 YE angels that surround the throne, Where your Creator's name is known, Through all the realms above- Your greatest skill in praising try, And all your golden harps employ, To sing creating love.
2 But you, the children of his love, Who have been call'd to mount above, From sin and sorrow too:
Let angels to your songs give place, For you can sing redeeming grace, Your song is always new.
3 And may we not, who still lay here, With joy and triumph lend an ear, And humbly try to sing;
Though darkly through a glass we seę, Each of us cry, "he died for me,
Adored be my King."
4 But when we take the sacred book, And at each precious promise look, Of universal grace;
"Tis here the joyful day we view, When the poor Gentile with the Jew Shall see his Saviour's face.
5 Then may all Adam's fallen race, As fellow-heirs of this same grace, And branches of one vine, In one eternal song conspire,
To praise the Lamb, our soul's desire, When all their brethren join.
Light shining out of Darkness.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs And works his sovereign will.
3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take! The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his
Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, And scan his work in vain; God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
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