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And all a duteous heart would give,
Our cheerful hands resign.
4 For if we might make some reserve,
And duty did not call, Thou lov'st us, Lord, with such a love,
That we would give Thee all.
CIX.-8s. 1 When, gracious Lord, when shall it be,
That the Espous'd Thyself shall see,
2 Thee, only Thee, we fain would find,
And leave this world and self behind ; Thou, only Thou, to us be given, 'Tis all we ask in earth or heaven!
CX-8, 6. 1 AWAKE, ye saints, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on;
And an immortal crown !
2 What clouds of witnesses unseen
Encompass us around;
Men, once, like us, with suffring tried,
Now resting till they're crown'd!
3 Behold a Witness nobler still,
Affliction's path Who trod;
Our Saviour and our God.
4 He, for the joy before Him set,
(So boundless was His love,) Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame,
And now He sits above.
5 If He unnumber'd griefs and wrongs
With meekness did sustain,
Of lighter ills complain!
Could relieve the sinner's smart;
Nothing else could melt the heart.
2 Sense of sin doth only harden
All the while it works alone;
Soon dissolves a heart of stone.
2 In Thee we ev'ry glory view,
Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
3 Whatever foes or fears betide,
In Thy dear presence let us hide ;
4 Through time, with all its changing scenes
And all the grief that intervenes,
CXIII.-8s. 1 The Cross! the Cross! O that's our gain,
Because on that the Lamb was slain ;
2 What wondrous cause could move Thy heart,
To take on Thee our curse and smart,
3 The cause was love, we sink with shame
Before our blessed Jesu's name;
In Whom alone we trust,
Thou art Thy people's boast.
2 The soul, by sin howe'er defil'd,
By guilt howe'er opprest,
And finds abiding rest.
3 To Thee, our great redeeming Lord,
What lasting thanks we owe, For raising sinners to such joys,
From depths of endless woe!
I AWAKE, each saint, in joyful lays,
To sing thy great Redeemer's praise ;
2 He saw thee ruin'd in the fall,
Yet lov’d thee, notwithstanding all ;
3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes,
Though earth and hell its way oppose ;
4 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud,
Has gather'd thick, and thunder'd loud : He with His Church has always stood: His loving-kindness, O how good!
5 Soon shall we mount and soar away,
To the bright realms of endless day;