2 Four and twenty elders rise The praise of their salvation: Holy, holy, holy one. 5 Hark! a thrilling symphony Glory, glory, glory! Sweetest sound in seraph song, Jesus' glory flow along. Hymn 235. 10. 10. 11. 11. The Miracles of Christ. [Tune, Dedham.] 1 YE neighbors, and friends, to Jesus draw neay: 2 The Shepherd who died, his sheep to redeem, The weary and burthen'd, the reprobate race: And wait to be pardon'd through Jesus's grace. 3 The blind are restor'd through Jesus's name, They see their kind Lord, and follow the Lamb; The halt, they are walking, and running their The dumb they are talking of Jesus's grace. 4 The deaf hear his voice, and comforting word, It bids them rejoice in Jesus their Lord: race Thy sins are forgiv'n accepted thou art ;" They listen, and heav'n springs up in their heart. 5 The lepers from all their spots are made clean, ' Thy mercy make known, and sprinkle thy blood! 1 LOVELY is the face of nature, Deck'd with spring's unfolding flow'rs ; Is more soft, more sweet to me. Melting hues, and airy breezes, When, my Lord, compar'd with thee. 1 2 3 Sweet the balm that hope bestows. Sufferings and Death of Jesus. Sam. i. 12. [Tune, Harwich.] 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. 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. 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. With joy we approve The plan of his love! 2 3 A wonder to all both below and above! We still shall adore That ocean of love, without bottom or shore. Hymn 238. 6 lines 5. 5. 11. True Riches Found. [Tune, Inveni.] O tell me no more Of this world's vain store! The time for such trifles with me now is o'er: A country I've found, Where true joys abound; To dwell, I'm determin'd, on that happy ground. The souls that believe, In paradise live; And me in that number will Jesus receive: My soul, don't delay, He calls thee away; Rise, follow thy Saviour, and bless the glad day, No mortal doth know What he can bestow, What light, strength and comfort: go after him, go. And when I'm to die, "Receive me," I'll cry; For Jesus hath lov'd me, I cannot say why. 4 And now I'm in care, My neighbors may share These blessings, to seek them will none of you dare? In bondage, O why, And in death will you lie, When one here assures you free grace is so nigh ? ? GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Feed me till I want no more. 3 Open now the chrystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow: Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, Lead me all my journey through ; Be thou stilt my strength and shield. 3 Feed me with the heav'nly manna, In this barren wilderness : Be my sword, and shield, and banner- Make me conquer All my foes by soy'reign grace. Songs of praises I will ever give to thee. Hymn 240. Hope Encouraged. 8.7.4 Ps. xlii. 5. [Tune, Trevecca.] 10 My soul, what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down! Let thy griefs be turn'd to gladness, |