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Being justified freely. Rom. iii. 24.

How vast, how full, how free,
The mercy of our God!
Proclaim the blessed news around,
And spread it all abroad.

CHORUS.

I'm glad salvation's free!
I'm glad salvation's free!
Salvation's free for you and me;
I'm glad salvation's free.

Awake, psaltery and harp. Psalm lvii. 8.

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Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take:
Loud to the praise of Love Divine,

Bid every string awake.
Though in a foreign land,

We are not far from home: And nearer to our house above We every moment come.

His grace will to the end

Stronger and brighter shine: Nor present things, nor things to come, Shall quench the spark divine. Fastened within the veil,

Hope be your anchor strong: His loving Spirit sweeps the gale That wafts you smooth along. Or should the surges rise,

And peace delay to come,

Blest is the sorrow, kind the storm,
That drives us nearer home.

The people of His choice,
He will not cast away;
Yet do not always here expect
Upon the mount to stay.

When we in darkness walk,

Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon his name.

Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at his control;

His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
Wait till the shadows flee;

Wait thy appointed hour;
Wait till the Bridegroom of thy soul
Reveals his sovereign power.
The time of love will come,

When thou shalt clearly see
Not only that He shed His blood,
But that it flowed for thee.
Tarry His leisure then,

Although He seem to stay;

A moment's intercourse with Him,
Thy grief will overpay.

Blest is the man, O God,

That stays himself on thee!

Who waits for thy salvation, Lord,
Shall thy salvation see.

Augustus M. Toplady, ab. 1727.

More than conquerors.
Rom. viii. 37.

2 Behold, He leads the way;
We'll follow where He goes;
We cannot fail to win the day
Since He subdues our foes.

3 Lead on, Almighty Lord,
Lead on to victory;
Encouraged by the bright reward,
With joy we'll follow thee.

4 We follow Thee, our Guide,

Our Saviour, and our King;

We follow thee, through grace supplied From heaven's eternal Spring.

5 We hope to see the day

When toil and strife shall cease; When we shall cast our arms away, And dwell in endless peace.

6 This hope supports us here; It makes our burdens light;

Christ is all, and in all.
Col. iii. 11.

O everlasting Light!

Shine graciously within;

S. M.

Brightest of all on earth that's bright, Come, shine away my sin!

O everlasting Truth!

Truest of all that's true;
Sure guide of erring age or youth,
Lead me, and teach me too.

O everlasting Strength!

Uphold me in the way;

Bring me, in spite of foes, at length To joy, and light, and day.

O everlasting Love!

Well-spring of grace and peace, Pour down thy fullness from above, Bid doubt and trouble cease.

O everlasting Rest!

Lift off life's load of care;

Till faith shall end in sight.

7 Till, of the prize possessed, We hear of war no more;

And, oh, sweet thought-forever rest On yonder peaceful shore!

Thomas Kelly, 1809.

And every sorrow bear.

Thou art in heaven our all;

Our all on earth art Thou; Upon thy glorious name we call: Lord Jesus, bless us now!

Horatius Bonar, b. 1808.

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O come, let us sing. Psalm xcv. 1.

Come, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord And thus surround the throne.

The sorrows of the mind,

Be banished from the place; Religion never was designed To make our pleasures less.

Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God: But favorites of the heavenly King May speak their joys abroad.

The God that rules on high,

And thunders when he please, That rides upon the stormy sky, And manages the seas:

This awful God is ours,

Our Father and our love:

He shall send down his heavenly powers To carry us above.

There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin:

There from the rivers of his grace,
Drink endless pleasures in.

Our own God shall bless us.
Psalm lxviii. 7.

To bless Thy chosen race,

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In mercy, Lord, incline,
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.

That so Thy wondrous way

May through the world be known;
While distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy salvation own.

Let differing nations join,
Their Saviour to proclaim;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name!

Oh, let them shout, and sing

With joy, and pious mirth; For Thou, the righteous Judge and King, Shalt govern all the earth.

Then shall the teeming ground

A large increase disclose,

And we with plenty shall be crowned, Which God, our God bestows.

Then God upon our land

Shall constant blessings shower;

And all the world in awe shall stand
Of his resistless power.

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Tate and Brady, 1696.

And the song of the Lamb.
Rev. xv. 8.

Awake, and sing the song

Of Moses and the Lamb!

How beautiful upon the mountains. Isa. lii. 7.

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Wake, every heart and every tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name!
Sing of his dying love;

Sing of His rising power;
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.
Sing, till ye feel your hearts

Ascending with your tongues; Sing, till the love of sin departs, And grace inspires your songs. Sing on your heavenly way,

Ye ransomed sinners, sing! Sing on, rejoicing every day

In Christ, the eternal King. Soon shall we hear Him say,

"Ye blessed children, come!" Soon will he call us hence away

To our eternal home.
Soon shall our raptured tongue
His endless praise proclaim,
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.

William Hammond, ab. 1745, Martin Madan, 1760.

How beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Zion's hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal.
How charming is their voice;

How sweet their tidings are;
"Zion, behold thy Saviour, King;
He reigns and triumphs here."
How happy are our ears,

That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought but never found.
How blessed are our eyes,

That see this heavenly light;
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.

The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
The Lord makes bare His arm,
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Isaac Watts, 1719.