My soul is immers'd in a fountain of love,
My heart and my treasure's in heav'n above;
Through grace I'm determin'd I'll never give o'er,
Till safely I'm landed on fair Canaan's shore:
1 HOSANNAH to Jesus! I'm fill'd with his praises,
Come, O my dear brethren, and help me to sing,
No theme is so charming, no love is so warming,
It gives joy and gladness, and comfort within.
Hosannah! Hosannah! Hosannah we'll raise, Hosannah! Hallelujah! to the Lamb for free grace, 2 Hosannah to Jesus, who died for to save us, I'll love him and serve him wherever I go; He's now gone to Heav'n, the Spirit is given, To quicken and comfort his children below. 3 Hosannah forever! his grace, like a river, Is rising and spreading all over the land; His love is unbounded-to all it's extended, And sinners are joining the heavenly band. 4 Hosannah to Jesus, my soul how it pleases, To see sinners falling, and crying to God; To see them now rising, 'tis truly surprising, They've found peace and pardon in Jesus's blood. 5 Hosannah to Jesus, my soul feels him precious, In sweet dreams of glory he came from above; My heart is now glowing, I feel his love flowing, I'm sure that my Jesus I truly do love. 6 Hosannah is ringing, the saints they are singing, And marching to glory in bright royal bands; Come on, my dear brothers, let's all go together, For Jesus invites us, with crowns in his hands. Hosannah to Jesus, my soul sweetly rises, I'll soon be transported to a happier clime; Where I shall see Jesus, and dwell in his praises, And with him in glory eternally shine.
Hymn 224. 7.6.
[Tune, Warning Voice.]
1 STOP, poor sinuers, stop and think,
Before you further go,
Will you sport upon the brink
Of everlasting wo?
Once again I charge you stop,
For unless you warning take,
Ere you are aware, you'll drop
Into the burning lake.
2 Say, have you an arm like God,
Or can you him oppose?
Fear you not his mighty rad,
By which he breaks his fees?
Can you stand in that great day,
When the judgment he'll proclaim;
When the earth shall melt away
Like wax before the flame?
3 Pale-fac'd death will quickly come,
To drag you to his bar,
There to meet your awful doom,
Will fill you with despair.
All your sins around you crowd,
Sins of a blood-crimson die,
Each for vengeance crying loud,
And what will you reply?
4 Though your hearts be made of steel,
Your foreheads lin❜d with brass,
God at length will make you feel,
He will not let you pass.
Sinners then in vain will call,
Though they now despise his grace,
Rocks and mountains on us fall,
And hide us from his face.
5 But as yet there is a hope, You may his mercy know,
Though his arm is lifted up,
He still forbears the blow.
'Twas for sinners Jesus died,
Sinners he invites to come,
None that come shall be denied,
He says there still is room.
Hymn 225.
ODE.-Dying Christian.
VITAL spark of heav'nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame;
Trembling, hoping, ling'ring, flying,
O the pain, the bliss of dying!
Cease fond nature, cease thy strife,
And let me languish into life.
2 Hark! they whisper, angels say,
"Sister spirit come away;"
What is this absorbs me quite ?
Steals my senses, shuts my sight?
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath!
Tell me my soul can this be death?
3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heav'n opens on my eyes-my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings, I mount! I fly!
O grave, where is thy victory?
O death, where is thy sting?
The Voice of Free Grace.
1 THE voice of free grace cries, escape to the mountain,
For Adam's lost race, Christ has open'd a fountain,
For sin, and transgression, and ev'ry pollution;
His blood, it flows freely in streams of salvation.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who hast purchas'd our pardon,
We will praise him again when we pass over Jordan.
2 This fountain so clear, in which all may find pardony
From Jesus' side flows a plenteous redemption;
Tho' your sins were increased as high as a mountain,
The blood it flows freely in streams of salvation.
Hallelujah, &c.'
3 O Jesus, ride on! thy kingdom is glorious;
Over sin, death, and hell, thou wilt make us victorious; Thy name shall be prais'd in the great congregation, And saints shall delight in ascribing salvation.
4 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the blest shore, With our harps in our hands, we will praise him ever
We'll range the blest fields on the banks of the river,
And sing ballelujah for ever and ever.
Hallelujah, &c.
Hymn 227. 8.7.
Ebenezer. 1 Sam. vii. 12.
Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
2 Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount-I'm fix'd upon it,
Mount of God's unchanging love.
3 Here I raise my Ebenezer :
Hither by thy help I'm come:
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
4 Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
He to save my soul from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.
O, to grace how great a debtor,
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring heart to thee. 6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love!
Here's my heart, O take and seal it;
Seal it for thy courts above!
Hynin 228. 8. 8. 6.
The Lord in his Garden.
1 THE Lord into his garden comes;
The spices yield a rich perfume;
The lilies grow and thrive:
Refreshing showers of grace divine,
From Jesus flows to ev'ry vine,
Which makes the dead revive.
2 The glorious time is rolling on,
The gracious work is now begun ;
My soul a witness is:
I taste and see the pardon free,
For all mankind as well as me,
Who come to Christ may live.
3 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord,
And taste the sweetness of his word,
In Jesus' ways go on;
Our troubles and our trials here
Will only make us richer there,
When we arrive at home.
4 Amen, amen, my soul replies,
I'm bound to meet him in the skies,
And claim my mansion there :
Now here's my heart, now here's my hand,
To meet you in that heav'nly land,
Where we shall part no more.
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