Tho' of the wrathful throng
He bears the loftiest fame?
Thy help descends from yonder throne,
And vict'ry is the Lord's alone.
4 'Twas God who saw thy fears,
Who heard thy thousandth sigh,
When thou, abased in tears,
Scarce hoped that help was nigh;
He dash'd the cup that hell had given,
And shower'd the crystal stream of heaven.
5 Thine, Lord, is all the power,
Far may thy conquests spread,
The demon reigns no more
When thou shalt bruise his head. The world, renew'd, to thee shall comeThe earth rejoice in Eden's bloom.
HYMN 112. C. M.
ESUS, I love thy charming name,
"Tis music to mine ear;
Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That earth and heaven might hear.
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My transport and my trust;
Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
3 All my capacious pow'rs can wish,
In thee doth richly meet;
Nor to my eyes is light so dear,
Nor friendship half so sweet.
4 Thy grace shall dwell upon my heart,
And shed its fragrance there;
The noblest balm of all its wounds,
The cordial of its care.
5 I'll speak the honors of thy name,
With my last lab'ring breath;
And dying, clasp thee in my arms,
The antidote of death.
HYMN 113. 4 lines 7s.
ONGS of praise the angels sang,
Heav'n with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,
When he spake, and it was done.
2 Songs of praise awoke the morn,
When the Prince of Peace was born,
Songs of praise arose, when he,
Captive led captivity.
3 Heav'n and earth must pass away,
Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth,
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4 And will man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No-the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
5 Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
6 Borne upon the latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
HYMN 114. 8 lines 7s and 6s.
WHEN shall I see Jesus,
And reign with him above,
To drink the flowing fountains
Of everlasting love?
When shall I be deliver'd
From this vain world of sin,
And with my blessed Jesus
Drink endless pleasures in?
2 But now I am a soldier,
My Captain's voice I hear;
He gives me all my orders
And tells me not to fear.
And if I hold out faithful,
A crown of life he'll give;
And all his valiant soldiers
Shall ever with him live.
3 Through grace I am determin'd
To conquer, though I die;
And then away to Jesus,
On wings of love I'll fly.
Farewell to sin and sorrow,
I bid them all adieu;
And you, my friends, prove faithful,
And on your way pursue.
4 And if you meet with troubles,
And trials on the way;
Then cast your care on Jesus,
And dont forget to pray.
Gird on the heavenly armor,
Of faith, and hope, and love;
And when the war is ended,
You'll reign with him above.
5 O do not be discourag'd,
For Jesus is your friend;
And if you lack for knowledge,
He'll not refuse to lend;
Neither will he upbraid you,
Though often you request,
He'll give you grace to conquer,
And take you home to rest.
HYMN 115. C. M.
all my Lord's appointed ways, My journey I'll pursue;
Hinder me not, ye much-loved saints,
For I must go with you.
2 "Stay," says the world, "and taste awhile My ev'ry pleasant sweet:" "Hinder me not," my soul replies, "Because the way is great.'
3 "Stay," Satan, my old master cries, "Or force shall thee detain ;"
Hinder me not, I will be gone,
My God hath broke thy chain."
4 Through floods and flames, if Jesus lead,
I'll follow where he goes;
"Hinder me not," shall be my cry,
Though earth and hell oppose.
5 Through duty, and through trials too,
I'll go at his command;
"Hinder me not," for I am bound
To my Immanuel's land.
6 And when my Saviour calls me home,
Still this my cry shall be,
"Hinder me not," come, welcome death, I'll gladly go with thee.
HERE is a land of pleasure,
Where streams of joy forever roll:
"Tis there I have my treasure,
And there I hope to land my soul.
Long darkness dwelt around me,
With scarcely once a cheering ray;
But since my Saviour found me,
A light has shone along my way.
2 I'm on my way to Canaan,
Still guided by my Saviour's hand;
O come along, dear sinner,
And see Immanuel's happy land!
To all that stay behind me,
I bid a long, a last farewell!
O come, or you'll repent it
When you shall reach the gates of hell!
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