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81 Praise for conventing Grace. C. M.
ARI. my soul, my joyful powers,
Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim
2 He raised me from the depths of sin,
3 The arms of everlasting love
Beneath my soul he placed, And on the Rock of ages set My slippery footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode
5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite,
6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice,
82 THE CONVERT's PRAISE. L. M.
To God, my Saviour, and my King,
Join me, ye saints, in songs of pra.se,
For ye have known and felt his grace.
2 Wretched and helpless once I lay,
3 With speed he flew to my relief,
4 These proofs of love, my dearest Lord,
5 My heart and tongue shall tune thy praise,
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HA. my ever blessed Jesus,
To my soul thy name is precious,
20 ! what mercy flows from heaven!
3 Once with Adam's race in ruin,
4 Witness, all ye hosts of heaven,
5 Shout, ye bright angelic choir,
Whilst astonished I admire
6 That blest moment I received him,
84 THE converted THIEF. C. M.
A* on the cross the Saviour hung, And wept, and bled, and died, He poured salvation on a wretch, That languished at his side. ' 2 His crimes, with inward grief and shame, The penitent confessed; Then turned his dying eyes to Christ, And thus his prayer addressed:
3 “Jesus, thou Son and heir of heaven,
4 “Yet quickly from these scenes of woe,
5 “Amid the glories of that world,
6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,
“To-day thy parting soul shall be
WHAT is the thing of greatest price,
That which was lost in paradise,
2 The soul of man, Jehovah's breath,
3 God to redeem it, did not spare
4 And is this treasure borne below,
Can none its utmost value know,
5 Then let us gather round the cross,
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IN songs of sublime adoration and praise,
Break forth, and extol the great Ancient of days
2 His love, from eternity fixed upon you, Broke forth and discovered its flame,
When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, And brought you to love his great name.
3 O ! had he not pitied the state you were in, Your bosom his love had ne'er felt; You all would have lived, would have died too in sin, And sunk with the load of your guilt. 4 What was there in you that could merit esteem, Or give the Creator delight? 'Twas “even so, Father!” you ever must sing, “Because it seemed good in thy sight.”
5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey, While others were suffered to go
The road, which by nature we chose as our way, That leads to the regions of woe.
6 Then give all the glory to his holy name, To him all the glory belongs; Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, And crown him in each of your songs.
87 EFFICACY of GRACE. S. M.
RACE! 'tis a charming sound, Harmonious to mine ear: Heaven with the echo shall resound, And all the earth shall hear.
2 Grace first contrived the way
3 Grace first inscribed my name