Where years of long salvation roll,
And glory never dies.

1 THY favours, Lord, surprise our souls;
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canst thou find beneath the poles,
To tempt thy chariot downward thus?
2 Still might he fill his starry throne,
And please his ears with Gabriel's songs:
But heavenly majesty comes down,

And bows to hearken to our tongues!
3 Great God! what poor returns we pay
For love so infinite as thine!
Words are but air, and tongues but clay,
But thy compassion's all divine.

HYMN 100. P. M.
1 BLOW ye the trumpet, blow
The gladly solemn sound!
Let all the nations know
To earth's remotest bound;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

2 Exalt the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood,
Through all the lands proclaim;

The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receives

And safe in Jesus dwell,
And blest in Jesus live;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home
4 The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of pard'ning grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
5 Jesus, our great high priest,
Has full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits rest;
Ye mournful souls be glad !
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

HYMN 101. С. М.

1 THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 E'er since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

3 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy pow'r to save;
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave.

1 STRETCH'D on the cross the Saviour dies;
Hark! his expiring groans arise ;
See from his hands, his feet, his side,
Runs down the sacred crimson tide.

2 But life attends the deathful sound,
And flows from ev'ry bleeding wound;
The vital stream how free it flows,
To save and cleanse his rebel foes!

3 Can I survey this scene of wo,
Where mingling grief and wonder flow;
And yet my heart unmov'd remain,
Insensible to love or pain ?

4 Come, dearest Lord, thy grace impart,
To warm this cold, this stupid heart!
Till all its pow'rs and passions move,
In melting grief and ardent love.

HYMN 103. С. М.

1 "Thou pity'dst him who once apply'd, With trembling for relief; "Lord, I believe," with tears he cry'd, "Oh, help my unbelief."

2 She too who touch'd thee in the press, And healing virtue stole,

Was answer'd, "Daughter, go in peace, "Thy faith hath made thee whole."

3 Like her with hopes and fears we come,
To touch thee if we may;
Oh! send us not despairing home,
Send none unheal'd away.

1 STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay,

Though I have done thee such despite, Cast not a sinner quite away,

Nor take thine everlasting flight ;
2 Though I have most unfaithful been
Of all, who'er thy grace receiv'd,
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen,
Ten thousand times thy goodness griev'd.

3 But Oh! the chief of sinners spare,
In honor of my great high-priest;
Nor in thy righteous anger swear,
I shall not see thy people's rest.
HYMN 105. L. M.

1 So fades the lovely blooming flower,
Frail smiling solace of an hour;
So all our earthly comforts fly,
And pleasure only blooms to die.

2 Hope wipes the tear from sorrow's eye,
And faith soars higher than the sky,
Those blissful regions to explore,
Where pleasure blooms to die no more.
HYMN 106. С. М.

1 LORD at thy feet we sinners lie,
And knock at mercy's door;
With heavy heart and downcast eye,
Thy favor we implore.

2 'Tis mercy, mercy we implore,
We would thy bowels move;
Thy grace is an exhaustless store,
And thou thyself art love.

3 Oh, for thine own, for Jesus' sake,
Our many sins forgive;
Thy grace our rocky hearts can break,
And breaking soon relieve.

4 Thus melt us down, thus make us bend,
And thy dominion own;
Nor let a rival more pretend
To repossess thy throne.

HYMN 107. S. M.

1 BLEST be the tie that binds

Our hearts in christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds,
Is like to that above.

2 Before our Father's throne

We pour our ardent pray'rs;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.

3 We share our mutual woes;
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathising tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be join'd in heart,
And hope to meet again.
5 This glorious hope revives
Our courage by the way;
While each in expectation lives,
And longs to see the day.