O that each from his Lord Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.' HYMN 17.-P. M. VITAL spark of heav'nly flame, Quit, O quit this mortal frame, 2 Hark! they whisper, angels say, 3 The world recedes, it disappears! Lend, lend your wings, I mount! I fly! HYMN 18.-8, 8, 6s. THOU that hear'st the pray'r of Wilt thou not save a soul from death, I have no refuge of my own, But fly to what my Lord hath done, 2 Slain in the guilty sinner's stead, Thy righteousness my robe shall be, And bring me near to God. 3 Then snatch me from eternal death, By him some word of life impart, 4 The King of terrors then would be A welcome messenger to me, To bid me come away. Unclogg'd by earth or earthly things, I'd mount I'd fly with eager wings, HYMN 19.-12s. HE voice of free grace, cries escape to the mountain, THE For Adam's lost race, Christ has opened a fountain, For sin and transgression, and every pol lution; The blood flows most freely in streams of salvation, Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bless'd us with pardon, And we'll praise him again when we pass over Jordon. 2 This fountain so clear, in which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side flows a plenteous redemption; Though your sins were as great and high as a mountain, The blood it flows freely in streams of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bless'd us with pardon, And we'll praise him again when we pass over Jordon. 3' O Jesus ride on! thy kingdom is glori ous; 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. Hallelujah to the Lamb who has bless'd us with pardon, And we'll praise him again when we pass over Jordan. 4 When on Zion we stand, having gain'd the blest shore, With our harps in our hand, we will praise evermore; We'll range the blest fields, on the banks of the river, And sing hallelujah forever and ever. T HYMN 20.-7s. IS a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought. Do I love the Lord, or no? Am I his, or am I not! 2 1fI love, why am I thus? Why this dull, this lifeless frame? Hardly, sure, can they be worse; Who have never heard his name. 3 Could my heart so hard remain, 4 When I turn my eyes within, 5 If I pray, or hear, or read, 6 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 7 Could I joy his saints to meet, Choose the ways I once abhorr'dFind, at times, the promise sweet, If I did not love the Lord? |