Lord, that we may now depart,
And truly serve our pardoning God,
Sprinkle every house and heart
With thine atoning blood.
2 Let the angel of the Lord
His awful charge fulfil,
Let his pestilential sword
The first-born victims kill;
Safe in snares and deaths we dwell,
Protected by that crimson sign,
From the rage of earth and hell,
And from the wrath divine.
3 Wilt thou not a diff'rence make
Betwixt thy friend and foe,
Vengeance on the Egyptians take,
And grace to Israel show?
Know'st thou not, most righteous God,
We on the paschal Lamb rely?
See us cover'd with the blood,
And pass thy people by.
XLVI. 8, 8, 6. Rippon's Selec.
Way, Truth, and Life. John xiv. 6.
1 THERE is no path to heavenly bliss,
Or solid joy, or lasting peace,
But Christ th' appointed road;
O may we tread the sacred way,
By faith rejoice, and praise, and pray,
Till we sit down with God?
2 The types, and shadows of the word
Unite in Christ, the man, the Lord,
The Saviour, just and true;
O may we all his word believe,
And all his promises receive,
And all his precepts do.
3 As he above for ever lives,
And life to dying sinners gives,
Eternal and divine;
O may his Spirit in me dwell,
Then sav'd from sin, and death, and hell,
Eternal life is mine.
XLVII. 8s. New Jerusalem tune. K. All in All; or, the testimony concerning Jesus, the soul of Prophecy. Rev. xix. 10.
1HE Bible is justly esteem'd
The glory supreine of the land,
Which shows how a sinner's redeem'd, And brought to Jehovah's right hand. With pleasure we freely confess The Bible all books does outshine, But Jesus, his person and grace, Affords it that lustre divine. 2 In every prophetical book
Where God his decrees hath unseal'd,
With joy we behold as we look,
The wonderful Saviour reveal'd:
His glories project to the eye,
And prove it was not his design,
Those glories concealed should lie,
But there his full majesty shine.
3 The first gracious promise to man,
A blessed prediction appears,
His work is the soul of the plan,
And gives it the glory it wears.
How cheering the truth must have been,
That Jesus, the promised seed,
Should triumph o'er Satan and sin,
And hell in captivity lead!
4 The ancient Levitical Law
Was prophecy after its kind,
In types there the faithful foresaw
The Saviour that ransom'd mankind:
The Altar, the Lamb, and the Priest,
The blood that was sprinkled of old,
Had life, when the people could taste
The blessings those shadows foretold.
5 Review each prophetical song,
Which shines in prediction's rich train,
The sweetness to Jesus belong
And point out his sufferings and reign:
Sure David his harp never strung
With more of true sacred delight,
Than when of the Saviour he sung
And he was reveal'd to his sight.
May Jesus more precious become
His word be a lamp to our feet,
While we in this wilderness roam,
'Till brought in his presence to meet!
Then, then will we gaze on thy face,
Our prophet, our priest, and our King,
Recount all the wonders of grace,
'Thy praises eternally sing.
XLVIII. 8, 7. Newton.
The Word more precious than Gold.
RECIOUS Bible! what a treasure
Does the word of God afford !
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and med'cine, shield and sword:
Let the world account me poor,
Having this I need no more.
2 Food to which the world's a stranger,
Here my hungry soul enjoys;
Of excess there is no danger,
Though it fills, it never cloys :
On a dying Christ I feed,
He is meat and drink indeed!
3 When my faith is faint and sickly,
Or when Satan wounds my mind,
Cordials to revive me quickly,
Healing medicines here I find:
To the promises 1 flee,
Each affords a remedy.
4 In the hour of dark temptation
Satan cannot make me yield;
For the word of consolation
Is to me a mighty shield:
While the scripture truths are sure,
From his malice I'm secure.
5 Vain his threats to overcome me,
When I take the Spirit's Sword;
Then with ease I drive him from me,
Satan trembles at the word:
'Tis a Sword for conquest made
Keen the edge, and strong the blade
6 Shall I envy then the miser,
Doating on his golden store?
Sure I am, or should be wiser,
I am rich, 'tis he is poor :
Jesus gives me. in his word,
Food and med'cine, shield and sword.
XLIX. 8s. Lambeth tune. Rip. Selec..
Faith fainting.
NCOMPASS'D with clouds of distress,~
Just ready all hope to resign,
I pant for the light of thy face,
And fear it will never be mine:
Dishearten'd with waiting so long, I sink at thy feet with my load, All-plaintive I pour out my song, And stretch forth my hands unto God. 2 Shine, Lord, and my terror shall cease, The blood of atonement apply; And lead me to Jesus for peace, The rock that is higherhan I: Speak, Saviour, for sweet is thy voice, Thy presence is fair to behold; Attend to my sorrows and cries, My groaning that cannot be told. 3 If sometimes I strive as I mourn, My hold of thy promise to keep, The billows more fiercely return, And plunge me again in the deep: While harass'd and cast from thy sight The tempter suggests with a roar, "The Lord has forsaken thee quite; Thy God will be gracious no more." 4 Yet, Lord, if thy love hath design'd No covenant blessing for me, Ah, tell me, how is it I find Some pleasure in waiting for thee? Almighty to rescue thou art;
Thy grace is my shield and my tow'r; Come succour and gladden my heart, Let this be the day of thy power.
L. 8, 8, 6. Rippon's Selec.
Faith Reviving.
ROM whence this fear and unbelief;
Hast thou, Oather, put to grief
Thy spotless Son for me?
And will the righteous Judge of men
Condemn me for that debt of sin,
Which, Lord, was charg'd on thee?
2 Complete atonement thou hast made,
And to the utmost farthing paid
Whate'er thy people ow'd;
How then can wrath on me take place
If shelter'd in thy righteousness,
And sprinkled with thy blood?
3 [If thou hast my discharge procur'd
And freely in my room endur'd
The whole of wrath divine;
Payment God cannot twice demand--
First, at my bleeding Surety's hand,
And then again at mine.]
4 Turn then, my soul, unto thy rest;
The merits of thy great High Priest
Speak peace and liberty:
Trust in his efficacious blood;
Nor fear thy banishment from God,
Since Jesus dy'd for thee.
LI. 8s. New Jerusalem tune.
Rippon's Selec.
Faith conquering.
1 THE moment a sinner believes, And trusts in his crucify'd God, His pardon at once he receives,
Redemption in full through his blood; Though thousands and thousands of foes Against him in malice unite,
Their rage he, through Christ, can oppose,
Led forth by the Spirit to fight.
2 The faith that embraces the Lamb,
And brings such salvation as this,
Is more than mere notion or name,
The work of God's Spirit it is;
A principle active, and young.
That lives under pressure and load;
That makes e'en the weak t' be strong,
And draws the soul upward to God.
3 It treads on the world and on hell,
It vanquishes death and despair;
And O let us wonder to tell,
It reaches to heaven in prayer,
Permits a vile worm of the dust,
With God to commune as a friend;
To hope his forgiveness as just,
And look for his love to the end.
4 It says to the mountains, "Depart,"
That stand betwixt God and the soul;
It binds up the broken in heart,
And makes wounded consciences whole; Bids sins of a crimson-like dye
Be spotless as snow, and as white;
And raises the sinners on high,
To dwell with the angels of light.
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