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2 But, O my soul! forever praise, Forever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.

3 'Tis not by works of righteousness,
Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through his Son.

4 'Tis from the mercy of our God,
That all our hopes begin;
'Tis by the water, and the blood,
Our souls are washed from sin.

5 'Tis through the purchase of his death Who hung upon the tree,

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The Spirit is sent down to breathe
On such dry bones as we.

6 Raised from the dead, we live anew; And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.

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"By the grace of God, I am what I am." S. M. 1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to the ear;

Heaven with the echo shall resound,
And all the earth shall hear.

2 Grace first contrived a way
To save rebellious man;

And all the steps that grace display,
Which drew the wondrous plan.

3 Grace taught my wandering feet
To tread the heavenly road;
And new supplies each hour I meet,
While pressing on to God.

4 Grace all the work shall crown,
Through everlasting days;

It lays in heaven the topmost stone,
And well deserves the praise.

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1 AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!)
That saved a wretch like me:

I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

C. M.2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved:

3 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains

In that dear fountain which his Son
Poured from his dying veins.

4 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell,
And deep engrave his law;
And every motion of our souls
To swift obedience draw.

5 Thus will he pour salvation down, And we shall render praise,We, the dear people of his love, And he, our God of grace.

How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believed!

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come;

'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.

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BOOK X.

HYMNS PERTAINING TO VISIBLE CHRISTIANS: THE CHURCH.

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"I love thy kingdom, Lord.” 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,

The house of thine abode,

The church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood.

2 I love thy church, O God!

Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand.

3 For her my tears shall fall,

For her my prayers ascend;

To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.

4 Beyond my highest joy

prize her heavenly ways,

Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.

5 Jesus, thou Friend divine,

Our Saviour and our King,

Thy hand from every snare and foe Shall great deliverance bring.

6 Sure as thy truth shall last,

To Zion shall be given

The brightest glories earth can yield, And brighter bliss of heaven.

S. M. 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints:
He treats his servants as his friends;
And, when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.

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4 Bless him, all ye who taste his love! People and priests, exalt his name: Among his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem.

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The Church in the Wilderness.

1 FAR down the ages now, Much of her journey done,

S. 11.

The pilgrim church pursues her way, Until her crown be won.

2 The story of the past

Comes up before her view;

How well it seems to suit her still

Old, and yet ever new!

3 It is the oft-told tale

Of sin and weariness,

Of grace and love yet flowing down
To pardon and to bless.

4 No wider is the gate,

No broader is the way,

No smoother is the ancient path,
That leads to life and day.

5 No sweeter is the cup,

Nor less our lot of ill:
'T was tribulation ages since,
'Tis tribulation still.

6 No slacker grows the fight,
No feebler is the foe,

Nor less the need of armor tried,
Of shield and spear and bow.

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WHEN we, our wearied limbs to rest,

Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream, We wept, with doleful thoughts oppressed, And Zion was our mournful theme. Our harps that, when with joy we sung, Were wont their tuneful parts to bear, With silent strings neglected hung

On willow trees that withered there. 3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,

Or touch our harps with skillful hands? Shall hymns of joy, to God our King, Be sung by slaves in foreign lands? 4 O Salem! our once happy seat,

When I of thee forgetful prove, Let then my trembling hand forget The tuneful strings with art to move.

5 If I to mention thee forbear,

Eternal silence seize my tongue,

Or if I sing one cheerful air,

Till thy deliverance is my song.

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1 GREAT Shepherd of thine Israel, Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep! 2 Thy church is in the desert now: Shine from on high, and guide us through;

Turn us to thee, thy love restore: We shall be saved, and sigh no more. 3 Hast thou not planted with thy hand A lovely vine in this our land? Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dew enrich the ground? 4 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with their fruit? But now, O Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree.

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3 And grant us peace within the church and school,

Peace to the powers that our fair country

rule;

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Our sheltering Rock!

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1 GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God;

He whose word can ne'er be broken Chose thee for his own abode.

2 Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling, Still is precious in thy sight; Judah's temple far excelling,

Beaming with the gospel's light. 3 On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake her sure repose? With salvation's wall surrounded, She can smile at all her foes.

4 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God;

He whose word can ne'er be broker Chose thee for his own abode.

1024 "“Awake! put on thy strength, O Zion." I. M.2 Great God! the work is all divine,

Isaiah 52: 1.

1 TRIUMPHANT Zion! lift thy head From dust and darkness and the dead; Though humbled long, awake at length, And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength. 2 Put all thy beauteous garments on,

And let thy various charms be known: Then, decked in robes of righteousness, The world thy glories shall confess. ? No more shall foes unclean invade,

And fill thy hallowed walls with dread; No more shall hell's insulting host Their vict'ry and thy sorrows boast.

The joy and wonder of our eyes!
This is the day that proves it thine,
The day that saw our Saviour rise.
3 Sinners, rejoice! and saints, be glad!
Hosanna! let his name be blest;
A thousand honors on his head,
With peace and light and glory, rest!
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"The Head-stone of the corner."
Psalm 118,

1 SEE what a living stone

The builders did refuse!

S. ML

Yet God hath built his church thereon,
In spite of envious Jews.

4 God, from on high, thy groans will hear; 2 The scribe and angry priest
His hand thy ruins shall repair;

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease To guard thee in eternal peace.

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"The mountain of His holiness."
Psalm 48.

1 GREAT is the Lord our God,

And let his praise be great;

He makes his churches his abode, His most delightful seat.

2 These temples of his grace

How beautiful they stand! The honors of our native place, And bulwarks of our land.

3 In Zion God is known

A refuge in distress;

How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!

4 Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen,
How well our God secures the fold
Where his own sheep have been.

5 In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,

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We'll think upon his wondrous grace, And seek deliverance there.

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Reject thine only Son;

Yet on this rock shall Zion rest,

As the chief corner-stone.

The work, O Lord, is thine,
And wondrous in our eyes:
This day declares it all divine;
This day did Jesus rise.

4 This is the glorious day

That our Redeemer made:

Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray;
Let all the church be glad.

5 Hosanna to the King,

Of David's royal blood!

Bless him, ye saints! he comes to bring Salvation from your God.

6 We bless thine holy word,

Which all this grace displays, And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.

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1 HAPPY the church, thou sacred place,
The seat of thy Creator's grace!
Thine holy courts are his abode,
Thou earthly palace of our God!

2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates
A guard of heavenly warriors waits;
Nor shall thy deep foundations move,
Fixed on his counsels and his love.
3 Thy foes in vain designs engage;
Against thy throne in vain they rage:
Like rising waves with angry roar,
That dash and die upon the shore.
4 God is our shield, and God our sun;
Swift as the fleeting moments run,
On us he sheds new beams of grace,
And we reflect his brightest praise.

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1 On the mountain's top appearing,
Lo! the sacred heraid stands,
Welcome news to Zion bearing,
Zion long in hostile lands:
Mourning captive!

God himself will loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful? Have thy friends unfaithful proved? Have thy foes been proud and scornful, By thy sighs and tears unmoved? Cease thy mourning!

Zion still is well beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee;
He himself appears thy Friend;
All thy foes shall flee before thee;
Here their boasts and triumphs end:
Great deliverance

Zion's King vouchsafes to send.

4 Enemies no more shall trouble,
All thy wrongs shall be redressed;
For thy shame thou shalt have double,
In thy Maker's favor blest:

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1 Daughter of Zion! awake from thy

sadness;

Awake, for thy focs shall oppress thee

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The Little Flock.

Luke 12:32.

CHURCH of the ever-living God,
The Father's gracious choice,
Amid the voices of this earth
How feeble is thy voice!

A little flock!-so calls he thee
Who bought thee with his blood;
A little flock, disowned of men,
But owned and loved of God.

3 Not many rich or noble called,
Not many great or wise;

3 Daughter of Zion! the Power that hath | 4 saved thee

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel
should be:

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They whom God makes his kings and priests

Are poor in human eyes.

But the chief Shepherd comes at length;
Their feeble days are o'er,

No more a handful in the earth,
A little flock no more.

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