A thousand drops of richer blood!
3 Here's love and grief beyond degree,
The Lord of Glory dies for man!
But lo! what sudden joys I see,
Jesus the dead, revives again.
4 The rising God forsakes his tomb,
Up to his father's court he flies;
Cherubic legions guard him home,
And shout him welcome to the skies.
5 Then children's children praise your God;
Tho' now in sorrow much bow'd down,
You soon shall walk the golden streets
Where you shall wear a starry crown.
6 We'll praise King Jesus thro' the skies,
Sing glory, glory, round the throne;
We'll mount aloft on eagle's wings-
We'll take our flight unto our home.
7 I'm glad I ever saw the day,
I came to preach, and sing and pray;
There's glory, glory, in my soul,
This makes me praise my God so bold.
8 I hope to praise him when I die,
And shout salvation as I fly;
Sing glory, glory thro' the air,
Meet all my father's children there.
9 There on mount Zion I shall stand,
Crown on my head and harp in hand ;
There spend a long eternity
In praising on the heavenly key.
The Christian's Experience.
OME brethren and sisters that love my dear Lord, I pray give attention and ear to my word; What a wonder of mercy! behold now I see, What a tender kind Saviour has done for poor me.
2 I was led by the devil till lost and distress'd, I tho't that in torments I soon should be cast, No peace to the wicked, but all misery,
Till by faith I saw Jesus hang bleeding for me.
3 Oh sinner! said Jesus, for you I have di'd,
All glory to Jesus, my soul then reply'd :
The guilt was remov'd, my soul did rejoice,
The blood was apply'd, the witness and voice.
4 On my low bended knees before God I did fall
And glory to Jesus, for he's all in all;
The heart of his rebel was bursted in twain,
To see my dear Jesus on Calvary slain.
5 There was peace now in heaven, and peace upon earth'
The angels rejoice at a poor sinner's birth h;
Your sins are forgiven, my Saviour did say
Oh! witness kind heaven on this my birth-day.
6 My soul it was humbled, I fell to the ground,
The time of refreshing at length I have found,
Oh Lord thou hast ravish'd my soul with thy charms,
Let me die like Simeon, with Christ in my arms.
The Weary Traveller.
NOME all you weary trav❜llers,
COME
Now let us join and sing
The everlasting praises
Of Jesus our great King. We've had a tedious journey,
And tiresome it is true; But see how many dangers
The Lord has brought us through.
2 At first when Jesus found us, He call'd us unto him,
Where we might long haye fainted; In that enchanted ground,
But now and then a cluster
Of pleasant grapes we found..
4 The pleasant fruit of Canaan, Give life, and joy, and peaceRevive our drooping spirits,
And love and strength increase,. To confess our Lord and master, And run at his command, And hasten on our journey Unto the promis'd land.
5 With faith and hope and patience We're made for to rejoice;
And Jesus and his people
For ever are our choice.
In grace and consolation
We now are going on
The pleasant way to Canaan,
Where Jesus Christ is gone.
6 Sinners, why stand you idle,
While we do march along;
Has conscience never told you
That you are going wrong,
Down the broad road to darkness
To bear an endless curse?
Forsake, your ways of sinning,
And come and go with us.
7 But if you will refuse it,
We bid you all farewell;
While saints are bound to Canaan,
Your ways will lead to hell:
We're sorry for to leave you,
We'd rather you would go;
Come try a bleeding Saviour,
And see the waters flow.
8 Now to the King immortal
Be everlasting praise,
For in his holy service
We long to spend our days;
Till we arrive at Canaan
The celestial world above,
With everlasting wonder
To praise redeeming love.
EAR Lord, and will thy 'pard'ning love,
Embrace a wretch so vile !
Wilt thou my load of guilt remove,
And bless me with thy smile!
2 Hast thou the cross for me endur'd
And all its shame despis'd!
And shall I be asham'd O Lord,
With thee to be baptiz'd?
3 Didst thou the great example lead,
In Jordan's swelling flood?
And shall my pride disdain the deed
That's worthy of my God?
4 Dear Lord the ardor of thy love
Reproves my cold delays:
And now my willing footsteps move
In thy delightful ways.*
On the swiftness of Time.
Y days, my weeks, my months, my years
Fly rapid, like the whirling spheres,
Around the steady pole :
Time, like a tide, its moment keeps,
Till I shall launch those boundless deeps,
Where endless ages roll.
2 The grave is near the cradle scene;
How swift the moments pass between,
And whisper as they fly,
Unthinking man! remember this,
Thou 'midst thy sublunary bliss,
Must groan, and gasp, and die !
3 My soul attend the solemn call;
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall,
And thou must take thy flight
Beyond the vast extensive blue,
To love and sing as angels do,
Or sink in endless night.
4 Eternal bliss, eternal woe
Hangs on this inch of time below-
On this precarious breath;
The God of nature only knows
Whether another year shall close
Ere I expire in death.
5 Long ere the sun shall run its round, I may be bury'd under ground,
And there in silence rot!
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