4 But in this plain revealed will,
He teaches me to know,
The "filthy must be filthy still,"
And to destruction go.
5 What tho' on earth, the heav'nly grain,
May grow with chaff awhile;
God's power will separate again,
The precious from the vile.
6 When thorns which grow in nature's field
Are all consum'd with fire;
The soil will then the owner yield,
The fruit he would desire.
7 The sacred part to God allied,
He never will destroy;
When in the fire of love 'tis try'd,-
'Tis pure without alloy.
8 But all the stubble, wood, and dross,
Are food for heavenly fire,
The earthly man shall suffer loss,
And all his hopes expire.
9 This fire of love shall sin o'ercome,
Shall death and hell destroy;
And bring the soul in triumph home,
To dwell in realms of joy.
10 And since I have been made to know,
And feel this conquering love;
It constitutes my heaven below,
And hope of heaven above.
1 TH' Almighty spake, and Gabriel sped,
Upborne on wings of light;
Jehovah's glory round him spread,
And changed to day the night.
2 Swift down to earth the angel flew,
From God's eternal throne;
His shining robe, of rainbow hue,
The starry host outshone..
3 One note of peace was heard on high,
Glad tidings roll'd around;
And angels left their native sky,
To catch salvation's sound,
4 Then shout for joy!-rejoice O earth!
All hail this glorious morn;
Rejoice! rejoice! in Jesus' birth,
This day a Saviour's born..
5 He comes! The well belov'd of God!
Good-will, peace, joy for men!
Glad tidings shout to all abroad,
So be it Lord. Amen!
Blow ye the trumpet, blow
Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth
Brother, thou art gone before us
Come, Restorer of mankind
God moves in a mysterious way
Great is the Lord, his works of might.
Great Parent of the human race
Great God of heaven, it cannot be
High in the heavens, eternal God
He dies, the friend of sinners dies
Hark, the herald angels sing
How shall our souls with pleasure
How can we be ashamed
Hosanneh to our conquering King
How sweet the fruit the Spirit yields
Hail to the Prince of life and peace
Hark, from the mount a voice proclaims
Infinite unexhausted love
I sing the almighty power of God
In songs of sublime adoration and praise
Imposture shrinks from light
I love the glory of the morn
Jehovah is both true and just
Jehovah's the God we adore
Jesus calls, I will adore him
Let party strife no more..
Lord of universal nature
Love divine, celestial nature
Look ye saints, the sight is glorious
Love does not pause when at my door
Let there be light, Jehovah said
My God, thy glories we would sing.
Mortals awake, with angels join
My brethren beloved, your calling you see
Now let our souls to God attend
No purse or staff take with thee
No sacrifice of costly name
Our Lord is risen from the dead
O God, the covenant of thy love
O for a thousand tongues to sing
O'er Kedron's stream and Salem's height
Oh thou who sit's enthron'd on high
Out of the depth of woe
O charity, thou heavenly grace
O thou whose tender mercy hears
O time, how potent is thy sway
O for a sweet inspiring lay
Oh thou whose glory shines sublime
O thou, through whom we find
Praise the Lord, ye heavens adore him
Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair
Peace, be still, the Saviour cried
Praise God, from whence all blessings flow
Rejoice for a brother deceased
Soon shall be past this age of night
Salvation, O the joyful sound
Sovereign Lord of light and glory
Shall mortal tongues be dumb
Supreme, eternal, uncreated mind
See the morning stars appear
Salt of the earth, ye virtuous few
The glories of my maker, God
Thou great supreme omniscient Lord
The love of Christ constraineth us
The grandest subject I would sing
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
To thee, O God, my thoughts ascend
The dimming veil which shuts our sight
There is a land of pure delight
Thus saith the mighty God
The various sects desire to know
Unto God who all things made
Various systems men have formed
When o'er long night the bursting dawn
What sweet and blest effects we find
When shall the glorious day arrive
When blooming youth is snatch'd away
When adverse winds right keenly blow
Where Babylon's broad rivers roll
wwwwwwwwwwwww.man 113
www.www.rese 27
Weep not, though lonely and wild be thy path
When o'er the equatorial way
When sickness shakes the languid frame
Who made the sun to rule the day
Weak and irresolute is man
Ye angels, who stand round the throne
|