L. M. WITH CHORUS.
HE Gospel trumpet has been blown,
And caused poor sinners to return
To Jesus Christ our heavenly king,
To join and shout and praise and sing.
For we're on our march for glory,
We will sing salvation free;
Yes, we are on our march to glory,
Let us sound the Jubilee.
2 If we prove faithful to the end,
We find in Christ a glorious Friend,
For he who guards us, watches, keeps,
He never slumbers, never sleeps,
For the Lord is in the desert,
He is on the land and sea;
Yes, the Lord is in the desert,
Let us sound the Jubilee.
3 May we obey the gracious call,
Of him whose love extends to all;
He's never weary, never faint,
He hears and pities each complaint.
For he knows our heart's desires
When we bend the humble knee;
Yes, he wipes away our tears,
And he gives us victory.
4 When on the part of God we rise,
We take the cross and win the prize;
So when the evening shades prevail,
Our songs of triumph shall not fail.
Now we're on our way to heaven,
We will sing salvation free;
Yes, we're on our way to heaven,
We will sound the Jubilee.
5 And when our pilgrimage is o'er,
On wings of triumph may we soar,
Where floods of glory ceaseless roll,
Where beauties charm our precious souls.
There we'll join in singing praises,
To Immanuel our King;
There we'll join in shouting glory,
Till we make the arches ring.
6 The gospel heralds have gone forth,
To spread glad tidings through the earth,
From east to west they shall proclaim
Salvation through the Savior's name.
For the Spirit is out-pouring,
On the land and on the sea ;
Yes, the Spirit is out-pouring,
Let us sound the Jubilee.
ERUSALEM, my happy home,
O how I long for thee!
When will my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys, when shall I see?
Thy walls are all of precious stone,
Most glorious to behold;
Thy gates are richly set with pearl,
Thy streets are paved with gold.
3 Thy garden and thy pleasant walks,
My study long have been ;
Such dazzling views by human sight,
Have never yet been seen.
4 If heaven be thus so glorious Lord,
Why should I stay from thence?
What folly's this that I should dread
To die and go from hence?
5 Reach down, O Lord, thine arm of grace,
And cause me to ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths never end.
6 When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise,
Than when we first begun.
ARK! my soul, it is the Lord,
'Tis thy Savior, hear his word
Jesus speaks, he speaks to thee,
Say, poor sinner, "Lovest thou me ?"
2 "I delivered thee when bound,
And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound,
Sought thee wand'ring, set thee right,
Turned thy darkness into light.
3 "Can a mother's tender care,
Cease toward the child she bear?
Yes! she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.
4 "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above,
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.
5"Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of faith is done,-
Partner of my throne shalt be,
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?"
6 Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is still so faint;
Yet I love thee and adore;-
O for grace to love thee more!
INNERS, will you scorn the message,
Sent in mercy from above?
Every sentence-O how tender!
Every line is full of love;
Listen to it
Every line is full of love.
2 Hear the heralds of the Gospel
News from Zion's King proclaim,
To each rebel sinner-" Pardon,
Free forgiveness in his name."
How important!
Free forgiveness in his name.
Tempted souls, they bring you succor;
Fearful hearts, they quell your fears;
And with news of consolation,
Chase away the falling tears :
Tender heralds-
Chase away the falling tears.
False professors, grovelling worldlings,
Callous hearers of the word,
While the messengers address you,
Take the warnings they afford;
We entreat you,
Take the warnings they afford.
5 Who hath our report believed?
Who received the joyful word ?
Who embrac'd the news of pardon,
Offer'd to you by the Lord?
Can you slight it—
Offer'd to you by the Lord!
60. ye angels, hovering round us,
Waiting spirits, speed your way,
Hasten to the court of heaven,
Tidings bear without delay:
Rebel sinners,
Glad the message will obey.
YOME Holy Spirit, heav'nly dove,
With all thy quick'ning pow'rs-
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
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