Who makes us conqu'rors while we die,
Through Christ our living Head.
Pressing on in the Christian Race.
I AWAKE, my soul, stretch ev'ry nerve,
And press with vigour on:
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
A cloud of witnesses around
Heid thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
"Tis his own hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.
That prize with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths, and monarchs'
Shall blend in common dust.
5 Bless'd Saviour, introduc'd by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And crown'd with vict'ry, at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.
1 COME, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known:
Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 The sorrows of the mind
Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd
To make our pleasures less.
3 Let those refuse to sing,
Who never knew our God;
But children of the heav'nly King
May speak their joys abroad.
4 The hill of Zion yields
A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.
5 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.
6 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer worlds on high.
Rejoicing in the Lord.
1 REJOICE; the Lord is King ;
Your Lord and King adore;
Mortals, give thanks and sing,
And triumph evermore.
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice;
Rejoice; again I say, rejoice.
2 Rejoice; the Saviour reigns,
The God of truth and love;
When he had purg'd our stains,
He took his seat above.
3 His kingdom cannot fail;
The keys of death and bell
Are to our Jesus giv'n.
He rules o'er earth and heav'n;
4 He sits at God's right hand
Till all his foes submit,
And bow to his command,
And fall beneath his feet.
5 Rejoice in glorious hope!
Jesus, the Judge, shall come
And take his servants up
To their eternal home.
́e soon shall hear th' archangel's voice: trump of God shall sound Rejoice.
COME, thou Fount of ev'ry blessing!
Tune my heart to sing thy grace!
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me, Lord, the rapt'rous measures,
Sung by flaming tongues above;
Bid me tell the countless treasures
Of my God's unchanging love.
2 Here I raise my Ebenezer ;
Hither, by thy help, I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me, when a stranger,
Wand'ring from the fold of God ;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interpos'd his precious blood,
3 0, to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrain'd to be!
Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
Bind my wand'ring heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ;
Prone to leave the God I love-
Saviour, take my heart, and seal it ;
Seal it from thy courts above.
Our own: Weakness, and Christ our Strength.
LET me but hear my Saviour say,
Strength shall be equal to the day;"
Then I rejoice in deep distress,
Leaning on all-sufficient grace.
21 glory in infirmity,
That Christ's own pow'r may rest on me: When I am weak, then am I strong; Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.
The Mysteries of Providence.
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.
2 Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
And works his sov'reign will.
Ye fearful saints fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread,
Are big with mercy, and shall break
In blessings on your head.
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