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2 Cor. vl. 2.
JE S U, exert thy gracious Power,
The trumpet of Salvation blow:
Thy Goodness and long-suffering, Lord,
Slighted the Promise of thy Word,
Thy Mercy, Lord, doth yet remain,
O let thy Love our Hearts constrain.
The Day draws near, that Day of thine,
We long to fee that Morning shine,
We now rejoice in thy free Grace,
And shortly hope to see thy Face.
Angels admire thy wond'rous Love,
While Saints below, and Saints above,
When once we reach the heav'nly Throng,
We'll sing a new, an endless Song.
ARISE, O our Souls,
Remember no more;
In God may we share,
Awake all our Pow'rs,
To set up the Lord, Our Sickness he Cures,
And we are restor'd; May we be esteemed
By Jesus, and own'd, And in him redeemed,
And quick'ned and found.
Blest Saviour of Men,
Blest Saviour of me, Eternally reign
In all Majesty:
To thee evermore,
And every Pow'r.
HYMN HYMN XLIL
Sici of Love. —Cant. ii. 5.
GRacious Lord, incline thine Ear,
O my Lord, what shall I fay?
Lord, I cannot come to thee,
HYMN HYMN XLIII.
The Christian Race.
SErvints of Christ arise?
And manfully go on:
The Way before you lies,
Before you is the Crown,
And tread their Armies down;
Where traps and snares are spread, In Faith and Patience forward go,
'Till Glory crowns your Head.
To Jesus still look up,
Fasten on him your Eyes,
'Till you obtain the Prize:
For why should we contend, There's room enough for all to run
And Heav'n is at the end.'
You do not run for nought,
Jesus himself assures
The Mark, the Prize is yours;
Open Open the Eye of Faith,
And view the Crown on high,
Break thro' the snares of Sin and Death,
OCOME, let us sing
His Honour to raise,
And set forth his Praise, [Days.
This shall be our whole Work the rest of our
We have nothing to boast,
But when we were lost [whole Cost.
Christ's Blood was the ransom that paid the
'Tis this we'll proclaim,
The Blood of the Lamb,
And this we will speak of again and again.
What Pardon resounds
From his Blood and Wounds!
To chiefest of Sinners his free Grace abounds.
For Oh! 'tis most sweet
To sit at his Feet,
And his bitter Suff'rjpgs we'll often repeat.