3 Slaves that have borne the heavy chain Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign, To liberty assert your claim,
And urge the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance you lost,
Restor'd, improv'd, you now may boast; Fair Salem your arrival waits,
To golden streets, and pearly gates. 5 Her blest inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt, but love immensely great, Whose joy still rises with the debt. 6 O happy souls that know the sound! God's light shall all their steps surround; And shew that Jubilee begun, Which through eternal years shall run.
C.M.-Redemption by Christ. John xix. 30.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross, A spectacle of wo!
See from his agonizing wounds
The blood incessant flow,
2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek
And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,
And life his drooping head."
3 'Tis finish'd was his latest voice:
These sacred accents o'er,
He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost,
And suffer'd pain no more.
4 'Tis finish'd-the Messiah dies
For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,
And Satan's power o'erthrown.
5 'Tis finish'd-all his groans are past;
His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,
And crown'd him with our spoils.
6 'Tis finish'd-legal worship ends,
And gospel ages run;
All old things now are pass'd away,
And a new world begun.
P.M.-The Cross of Christ.
1 IN the Cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time, All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,
Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me,
Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
3 When the sun of bliss is beaming
Light and love upon my way;
From the Cross the radiance streaming,
Adds more lustre to the day.
4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,
By the Cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,
Joys that through all time abide.
5 In the Cross of Christ I glory,
Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story
Gathers round its head sublime.
P.M.-The Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1.
1 SEE from Zion's sacred mountain,
Streams of living water flow,
God has opened there a fountain,
That supplies the world below;
They are blessed
Who its sovereign virtues know.
2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,
Streams of mercy find their way,
Life, and health, and joy bestowing,
Making all around look gay;
O ye nations!
Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden'd by the flowing treasure,
All-enriching as it goes,
Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose;
Every object
Sings for joy where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life, the banks adorning,
Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes, and hopes abound;
Fair their portion,
Endless life with glory crown'd.
P.M.-A Fountain opened for sin and uncleanness. Zech. xiii. 1.
1 COME to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners ruin'd by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full perpetual tide,-
Open'd when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in poverty and meanness,
Come, defiled without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,
From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.
3 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the troubled peace may find:
Health this fountain will restore,
He that drinks shall thirst no more.
4 He that drinks shall live for ever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood:
God is faithful;-God will never
Break his covenant in blood,
Sign'd when our Redeemer died,
Seal'd when he was glorified.
P.M.-The Invitations of Jesus. Matt. xi. 28.
1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,
Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home:
Weary pilgrim, hither come.
2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,
Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roam'd the barren waste,
Weary pilgrim, hither haste.
3 Ye, who tost on beds of pain,
Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes
Watch to see the morning rise.
4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,
In strong remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care!
A wounded spirit who can bear?
5 Sinner come, for here is found
Balm that flows for every wound!
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.
L.M.-Jesus teaching the People.
1 HOW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound,
From lips of gentleness and grace,
When listening thousands gather'd round,
And joy and reverence fill'd the place!
2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,
To heaven he led his followers way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,
Unveiling an immortal day.
3" Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,
Come all ye weary ones and rest!"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,
Obey thee, love thee, and be blest.
4 Decay then, tenements of dust!
Pillars of earthly pride decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepar'd the way.
C.M.-None excluded from hope.
1 JESUS! thy blessings are not few,
Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,
Ånd heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage
Doth thy salvation flow;
"Tis not confin'd to sex or age,
The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer'd to the prince,
The poor may take their share:
No mortal has a just pretence
To perish in despair.
4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,
Nor boast your native powers,
But to his sovereign grace submit,
And glory shall be yours.
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