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Let us come boldly unto the throne of grace. Heb. iv. 16.
Where Jesus answers pray'r;
For none can perish there.
Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:
And such O Lord am I.
Be thou my shield and hiding place,
That, shelter'd near thy side,
And tell him “thou hast died.”
O wondrous love! to bleed and die,
To bear the cross and shame;
Might plead thy gracious name.
Earnestly desiring to be clothed, &c. 2 Cor. v. 2. As when the weary trav’ller gains
The height of some o’erlooking hill ; His heart revives, if cross the plains
He views his home, tho' distant still.
So, when the christian pilgrim views
By faith, his mansion in the skies; The sight his fainting strength renews,
And wings his speed to reach the prize.
The thought of home his spirit cheers ;
No more he grieves for troubles past; Nor any future trial fears
So he may safe arrive at last.
“ 'Tis there,” he says, “I am to dwell
With Jesus, in the realms of day; Then I shall bid my cares farewell, And he shall wipe my tears away.
They sing the song of Moses. Rev. xv. 3. Awake, and sing the song
Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
Sing of his dying love ;
Sing of his rising pow'r; Sing how he intercedes above
For those whose sins he bore.
Sing, till we feel the heart
Ascending with the tongue; Let ev'ry meaner joy depart,
And grace inspire the song.
Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing; Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day
In Christ th'eternal King.
Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised.
1 Chron. xvi. 25. BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create and he destroy.
His soy'reign pow'r without our aid,
We'll crowd thy gates with songs of praise,
Wide as the world is thy command,
O my God be not far from me. Ps. xxxviii. 21.
BESET with snares on ev'ry hand,
Engage this roving treach'rous heart,
Then should the wildest storms arise,
If thou, my Saviour, still art nigh,