2 In darkest shades if Thou appear, My dawning is begun:
Thou art my soul's bright morning-star, And Thou my rising sun.
3 The op'ning heavens around me shine, With beams of sacred bliss; While Jesus shows his love is mine, And whispers I am his.
4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word; Mount up with joy the shining way, To meet and praise my Lord.
5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through ev'ry foe:
The wings of love and arms of faith Should bear me conqu'ror through.
3rd Sunday after Epiphany.
Psalm ii, 8. Acts xv, 14-18; xx, 24.
1 MARK'D as the purpose of the skies, This promise meets our anxious eyes, That heathen lands the Lord shall know, And warm with faith each bosom glow.
2 E'en now the hallow'd scenes appear; E'en now unfolds the promis'd year; Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace, And swell the tidings of thy grace.
3['Mid burning climes and frozen plains, Where pagan darkness brooding reigns, O mark their steps, their fears subdue, And nerve their arm, and clear their view!]
4[When, worn by toil, their spirits fail, Bid them the glorious future hail; Bid them the crown of life survey, And onward urge their conqu❜ring way.]
5 So o'er the Indian's gloomy night Truth shall diffuse her radiant light, And mild religion's power controul The stormy passions of his soul.
6 So shall Messiah's influence shed Life, grace, and glory on his head; And heav'nly hope his breast pervade, Though years, and time, and worlds shall fade.
Sinners welcomed to Christ.
Matt. viii, 2, 3. Heb. vii, 25.
1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, This is your accepted hour; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of mercy, love, and power: He is able,
He is willing: doubt no more. 2[Oh! ye needy, ye are welcome, God's free bounty glorify: True belief, and true repentance, Ev'ry grace which brings us nigh, Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 3 Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him: This He gives you;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous;
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on Him, venture wholly; Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Praise to the Lamb that was slain.
1 COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne;
Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one.
2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus;"
"Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply, "For He was slain for us.'
3 Jesus is worthy to receive
Honour and power divine: And blessings more than we can give Be, Lord, for ever thine!
4[Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise!]
5 The whole creation join in one To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb!
6[Oh! may we ever bear a part In this immortal song!
May joy and wonder tune each heart, And love command each tongue!]
1 Just as thou art, without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace, Or meetness for the heavenly place, O guilty sinner, come!
2 Burdened with guilt, would'st thou be blest? Trust not the world, it gives no rest; I bring relief to hearts oppress'd— O weary sinner, come!
3 Come, leave thy burden at my cross; Count all thy gains but empty dross; My grace repays all earthly loss- O needy sinner, come!
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