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,
The fulness of Thy promise prove,
The joys at Thy right hand above !

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;
A heav'nly race demands our zeal,

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;
Jesus, sur Leader and Reward,

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,
O how can we, whose sins He bore,

Of lighter ills complain!

CXI.—8, 7.
1 Nothing but Thy blood, O Jesus,

Could relieve the sinner's smart;
Nothing else from guilt release us,

Nothing else could melt the heart.

2 Sense of sin doth only harden

All the while it works alone;
But the grace that seals our pardon,

Soon dissolves a heart of stone.

Jesus! before Thy face we fall,
Our Lord, our life, our hope, our all ;
For we have no where else to flee ;
No Sanctuary, Lord, but Thee.

2 In Thee we ev'ry glory view,

Of safety, strength, and beauty too;
'Tis all our rest and peace to see
Our Sanctuary, Lord, in Thee.

3 Whatever foes or fears betide,

In Thy dear presence let us hide ;
And while we rest our souls on Thee,
Do Thou our Sanctuary be.

4 Through time, with all its changing scenes

And all the grief that intervenes,
Let this support each fainting heart,
That Thou our Sanctuary art.

CXIII.-8s. 1 The Cross! the Cross! O that's our gain,

Because on that the Lamb was slain ;
'Twas there the Lord was crucified,
'Twas there for us the Saviour died.

2 What wondrous cause could move Thy heart,

To take on Thee our curse and smart,
Well knowing we should ever be
So cold, so negligent of Thee !

3 The cause was love, we sink with shame

Before our blessed Jesu's name;
That He should bleed and suffer thus,
Because He lov'd and pitied us.

1 Saviour divine, Whose name we know,

In Whom alone we trust,
Thou art the Lord our Righteousness,

Thou art Thy people's boast.

2 The soul, by sin howe'er defil'd,

By guilt howe'er opprest,
In Thee believing, stands approv'd,

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 ;
He justly claims a song from thee:
His loving-kindness, O how free!

2 He saw thee ruin'd in the fall,

Yet lov’d thee, notwithstanding all ;
He sav'd thee from thy low estate:
His loving-kindness, O how great!

3 Though num'rous hosts of mighty foes,

Though earth and hell its way oppose ;
He safely leads His church along:
His loving-kindness, O how strong!

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;
And sing with rapture and surprise,
His loving-kindness in the skies.

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