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That I ever should greive,
That I ever should suffer again.
6 I then rode on the sky,
Freely justify’d I,
Nor did envy Elijah his seat,
My glad soul mounted higher,
In a chariot of fire,
And the world it was under my feet.
7 O! the rapturous height of that holy delight, Which I felt in the life-giving blood: Of my Saviour possest, I was perfectly blest, And was fill'd with the fullness of God.
OME brethren let us join and sing The growing empire of our King, Who spilt his precious blood; His life a ransom gave for all, That he might save our souls from thrals, And bring us home to God.
2 Herides victorious through the land, His saints rejoice, his heralds staad,
And they aloud do call;
Sinners repent, to Jesus fly,
While he in mercy passes by,
And offers grace to all.
3 The work of God is going on,
Souls daily flee from Babylon,
And on the Lord do call.
Old formalist with wonder gaze,
And Babel’s Merchants stand amaze
To see their mother fall.
4 The wilderness doth sweetly ring
With pray'rs and praises to the Kin
Who sits on Zion's hill,
The towns and cities hear the voice,
The sinners mourn, the saints rejoic
With praise the streets are fill’d.
5 Ride on all conquering King, ride o Thy kingdom come, thy will be done - Let heaven and earth agree. To sound aloud thy worthy fame, 'Till all our souls shall be on flame, To rise and reign with thee.
yo I can read my title clear,
To mansions in the skies,
ll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl’d,
hen I can smile at Satan’s rage,
And face a frowning world.
*t cares like a wide deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall;
ay I but safely reach my home, , My God, my Heaven, my All.
ere shall I bathe my weary soul,
in seas of heav'nly rest;
d not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.
J ESUS, at thy command,
I launch into the deep;
And leave my native land,
Where sin lulls all asleep,
For thee I would the world resign,
And sail to heaven with thee and
2 Thou art my pilot wise;
My compass is thy word;
My soul each storm defies,
While I have such a Lord!
I trust thy faithfulness and power,
To save me in the trying hour.
3 Tho' rocks and quicksands deep,
Through all my passage lie,
Yet Christ will safely keep ;
And guide me with his eye.
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide,
And ev'ry boist’rous storm outride.
4. By faith I see the land,
The port of endless rest;
My soul thy sails expand,
And fly to Jesus' broast! Z
ay I reach the heavenly shore, here wind and waves distress no more.
Whene'er becalm’d I lie,
And storms forbear to toss.
Be thou, dear Lord, still nigh,
Lest I should suffer loss;
For more the treach’rous calm I dread,
Than tempest bursting o'er my head.
Come, holy Ghost, and blow
A prosperous gale of grace;
Waft me from all below,
To heaven my destin'd place;
Then in full sail my port I'll find,
And leave the world and sin behind.
ELCOME, delightfal morn,
Thou day of sacred rest;
I hail thy kind return,
Lord make these moments blest,
From the low train of mortal toys,
soar to reach immortal joys,