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2 Four and twenty elders rise
Hymn 235. 10. 10. 11. 11.
The Miracles of Christ.
1 Ye neighbors, and friends, to Jesus draw near:
2 The Shepherd who died, his sheep to redeem
3 The blind are restor'd through Jesus's name,
4 The deas hear his voice, and comforting word,
5 The lepers from all their spots are made clean,
6 To us and to them is publish'd the word:
7 O Jesus ride on, till we are subdu'd :
i LovELY is the face of nature,
Melting hues, and airy breezes,
But no earthly beauty pleases,
4 Sweet is sleep to tired nature,
Sweet is labour to repose;
Sweet is life to ev'ry creature,
But though spring and ev'ning breezes,
All are pleasant—nothing pleases
Hymn 237. 5. 5. 11.
Sufferings and Death of Jesus. Sam. i. 13. .* iTune, Harwich.) 1. ALL ye that pass by, To Jesus draw nigh, To you is it nothing that Jesus should die & Our ransom and peace, Our surety he is, Come, see if there ever was sorrow like his. 2 The Lord, in the day Of his anger, did lay Our sins on the Lamb, and he bore them away: He dy'd to atone For sins not his own— The Father hath punish’d for us his dear Son. 3 For sinners like me, He dy’d on the tree; His death is accepted, the sinner is free : My pardon I claim, A sinner I am, A sinner believing in Jesus's name. à With joy we approve " * The o: of i.
A wonder to all both below and above :
That ocean of love, without bottom or shore.
Hymn 238. 6 lines 5.5. 11.
r O tell me no more
2 The souls that believe,
3 No mortal doth know
4 And now l’m in care, My neighbors may share These blessings, to seek them will none of you dare 2 In bondage, O why, * And in death will you lie, When'one here assures you free grace is so nigh f
Guide. Psalm xlviii. 14.
2 Open now the chrystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow : Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through ; Strong deliv'rers Be thou still my strength and shield. 3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna, ln this barren wilderness : Be my sword, and shield, and banner— Be my robe of righteousness: Make me conquer All my foes by sov’reign grace. 4. When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Foe to death, and hell’s destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side : Songs of praises ! will ever give to thee.
* O My soul, what means this sadness 2 Wherefore art thou thus cast down Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, Bid thy restless fears be gone: