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This fearful truth increas'd my pain, •The sinner must be born again,
O'erwhelm'd my lurtur'd mind. 4 Again did Sinai's thunder roll, And guilt lay heavy on my soul,
A vast unwieldy load ;
Or drink the wrath of God!
And broke the fowler's snare ;
I sunk in deep despair.
And felt his pity move;
And sings redeeming love.
And loftier notes did raise ;
Shall shout thine endless praise.
44. 10. 8.
Praise for free Grace.
RACE!-'is a sacred plant of heavenly birth,
• The seed descending from above,
“And blooms in life, and joy, and love." 2 Awake! my soul, this grace thou mayest obtain,
Now is the time to urge thy plea ;
And draw my wandering soul to thee.
3 Long time in gloomy darkness I have lain,
Beneath the clouds of death and sin, And sporting on the verge of endless pain,
But grace prevents my falling in. 4 To thee, my Saviour, and my heavenly King,
To thee my soul, my all I owe; Almighty arm! to me salvation bring,
Or I shall sink to endless woe.
And sought of God to find relief;
Or tell the sweets of melting grief!
Let saints and angels join their laysTo thee, eternal God, our strains we bring,
Accept and wear the crown of praise. n Where are the saints who've left the church helow,
Who once were toiling here like me ? They ’re gone from all the scenes of sin and woe
My soul, they wait above for thee. 8 Then let me move with heavenly courage on,
And force my passage to the skies; With them to wear a never-failing, crown,
And dwell with Christ in paradise.
TRIUMPHS OF THE GOSPEL
45. 11's. Allered.
God the Fountain of Love. THE Gospel brings tidings of peace from above; This fountain is flowing to Adam's lost race, "Tis infinite goodness—’tis rich and free grace.
How cheering the prospect! how pleasant the road!
A river so boundless it cannot be past.
'Twas open'd by Jesus, and open'd for thee;
The bride too entreats you for Jesus' sake. 4 If thou art a sinner, the vilest of all,
"Twas such, not the righteous, the Lord came to call;
46. 7. 6. Allered.
The triumphs of the Gospel.
Is spreading far and wide,
Unto the gospel tide ;
Triumphant doth arise ;
With bitter groans and cries.
Upon mount Calvary,
And sets the prisoners free
Was circulating round,
Redeeming love have found.
I hope that I am one;
The work he has begun;
And I'll for ever be,
To all eternity
4 I am but a young convert,
Who lately did enlist, A soldier under Jesus,
My Prophet, King, and Priest; I have received my bounty,
Likewise my martial dress, A ring of love and favour,
A robe of righteousness. 5 Down, down into the water,
Where we young converts go, Foll’wing our Lord and Master,
In righteousness below; We lay our sinsul bodies
Beneath the yielding wave, An emblem of our Saviour,
When he lay in the grave. 6 Poor sinners, think what Jesus
Has done for you and me;
Hung tortur'd on the tree!
To you he doth display ;
How can you stay away? 7 Come, all ye elder brethren,
Old soldiers of the cross, Who, for the sake of Jesus,
Have counted all things loss,Come, pray for us young converts,
That we may travel on, And meet you all in glory,
Where our Redeemer's gone.
47. 8. 7. 4. Rippon's Selection. Longing for the spread of the Gospel ’ER the gloomy hills of darkness,
All the promises do travail
With a glorious day of grace; Blessed jubilee,
Let thy glorious morning dawn! 2 Kingdoms wide that sit in darkness,
Grant them, Lord, the glorious light;
May the morning chase the night;
Freely purchas’d, win the day.
Win and conquer, never cease ;
Multiply and still increase;
48. 8. 8. 8. 7.
The banner of the Lord 's unfurl'a,
To death and endless ruin;
And souls for life are suing. 2 Behold, on India's barren soil,
The Author of salvation smile!
ls sinking to oblivion :
And praise the God of heaven. 3 In Otaheite the gospel sounds,
And every idol-god confounds,
To hear of sins forgiven.