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1 Hosannah to Jesus ! I'm fill'd with his praiscs,
Hosannah / Hosannah / Hosannah we'll raise,
| 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, ls 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 ny 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 der brothers, let's all go together, For Jesus invites us, with crowns in his hands.
7 Hosannah to Jesus, my soul sweetly rises,
Hymn 224. 7. 6.
1 Stop, poor sinners, stop and think,
Before you further go, . .
Will you sport upon the brink
Once again I charge you stop,
Ere you are aware, ...i.
Say, have you an arm like God,
3 Pale-fac’d death will quickly come,
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. 1 Cor. xv. 54, 57. [Tune, Dying Christian.] i Vit Al 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 2 Steals my senses, shuts my sight? * Drowns my spirit, draws my breath' Tell me my soul can this be death 7 3 The world recedes, it disappears l ; 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 soHymn 226. 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 pardom?
Hymn 227. 8.7.
* Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing,
5 O, to grace how great a debtor, Daily I'm constrain'd to be .
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
6 Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it—
Hymn 228, 8.8, 6.
1 THE Lord into his garden comes;
2 The glorious time is rolling on,
3 Come, brethren, ye who love the Lord,
4 Amen, amen, my soul replies,