« ForrigeFortsett »
JAMES HARINGTON EVANS,
MINISTER OP JOHN STREET CHAPEL.
JOHN F. SHAW, 27, SOUTHAMPTON ROW,
PSALMS AND HYMNS.
What unknown joys this moment brings! Freed from the mischiefs sin hath brought,
From pains and fears, and all their springs. 2 Absent from flesh ! illustrious day!
Surprising scene ! triumphant stroke That rends the prison of my clay,
And I can feel my fetters broke. 3 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet por wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Meas’ring the cares and joys of time. 4 I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
For angels wait and point my way. 2. “Being made a curse for us.”—Gal. iii. 13. 8.7's. ACCURSED is the Lamb of God,
'Tis for man he bears the rod; Earth and skies are veil'd in grief, Man alone shows unbelief,
2 'Tis finish'd !—through creation's bound
Fly, O fly, triumphant sound;
”Tis finish’d! earth re-echoing rings. 3 'Tis finish’d! and the toil is o'er,
The wondrous toil the Saviour bore;
And on the cross achieves our cause. 4 'Tis finish'd! see the victor rise,
Shake off the grave and claim the skies;
And all its hosts receive their King. 5 'Tis finish'd! but what sinner dare
In that triumphant hope to share ?
Our claim alone that joy to see.
And count all other gain but loss;
Ps. lxxxvi. 11.
That can from Jesus still depart;
Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 2 In vain we charge our thoughts to stay
And chide each vanity away;
In vain alas ! resolve to bind
The rebel heart, the wand'ring mind. 3 Through all resolves it quickly flies,
And mocks such weak and tender ties;
That can our rebel hearts confine.
And never from its sway remove.
Bind all the feelings of the soul;
And ever sway this wayward heart.
Isa. Jiii, 5.
And did my Sovereign die?
For such a worm as I ?
He groan'd upon the tree?
And love beyond degree !
And shut his glory in,
For man the creature's sin.