The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 2 Exalt the Son of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood
To all the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
3 Ye, who have sold for nought
Your heritage above;
Come, take it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love:
The of Jubilee is come,
year
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
4 The gospel-trumpet sounds;
Let all the nations hear,
And earth's remotest bounds
Before the throne appear:
of Jubilee is come,
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
339 Saturday Evening.
1 SAFELY through another week God has brought us on our way,
Let us now a blessing seek
On the approaching sabbath-day:
Day of all the week the best,
Emblem of eternal rest.
2 Mercies multiplied each hour
Through the week our praise demand;
Guarded by almighty power,
Fed and guarded by his hand:
Though ungrateful we have been,
Only made returns of sin.
3 While we pray for pardoning grace
In the dear Redeemer's name,
Show thy reconciled face,
Shine away our sin and shame:
From our worldly cares set free,
May we rest this night with thee.
4 When the morn shall bid us rise,
May we feel thy presence near;
May thy glory meet our eyes,
When we in thy house appear:
There afford us, Lord, a taste
Of our everlasting feast.
5 May the gospel's joyful sound
Conquer sinners, comfort saints,
Make the fruits of grace abound,
Bring relief for all our wants:
Thus let all our sabbaths prove,
Till we join the church above.
340. Heaven.
THERE is a land of living joy,
Beyond the utmost skies.
Where scenes of bliss without alloy,
In boundless prospects rise.
2 High seated on a blazing throne
The eternal God appears,
Puts all his smiling glories on,
And awes at once, and cheers.
3 The slaughter'd Lamb at his right hand
Assumes his royal seat.
Adoring angels round him stand,
His ministers of state.
4 Each breast with strong devotion glows,
Love every heart inspires,
While God's own Spirit gently blowe,
And fans these holy fires.
5 In strains celestial, every tongue
Shall God's high praise proclaim :
And all in concert join the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
341. A Prospect of the Resurrection. 1 HOW long shall death the tyrant reign, And triumph o'er the just;
While the rich blood of martyrs slain
Lies mingled with the dust?
2 Lo, I behold the scatter'd shades,
The dawn of heaven appears,
The sweet immortal morning spreads,
It blushes round the spheres.
3 I see the Lord of glory come,
And flaming guards around,
The skies divide to make him room,
The trumpet shakes the ground.
4 I hear the voice, "Ye dead, arise;"
And lo, the graves obey;
And waking saints, with joyful eyes,
Salute the expected day.
5 They leave the dust, and on the wing
Rise to the mid-way air,
In shining garments meet their king,
And low adore him there.
60 may our humble spirits stand
Among them cloth'd in white!
The meanest place at his right hand
Is infinite delight.
7 How will our joy and wonder rise,
When our returning King
Shall bear us homeward through the skies,
On love's triumphant wing.
342. The Same.
1 THE hastening day shall soon arrive,
When awful death shall come,
And close the scene of this vain life,
'In darkness and the tomb.
2 O! may the living word, the light,
Which glorious scenes displays,
In that dread hour, dispel the night
With everlasting rays.
3 When in the dark and dismal road
Which we are doom'd to tread,
Our comfort be the word of God,
Our rock, our strength, our shade!
4 His word, who dy'd upon the tree,
Can fortify the heart,
And ev'n in death our minds can free,
And bid all fear depart.
5. For he's alive, who once was slain,
And reigns exalted high;
His word can raise us up again,
Though in the grave we lie,
343. The Joys of Heaven.
1 COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, Inspire each lifeless tongue;
And let the joys of heaven impart
Their influence to our song.
2 Then to the shining seats of bliss
The wings of faith shall soar,
And all the charms of paradise
Our raptur'd thoughts explore,
3 Pleasures unsully'd flourish there,
Beyond the reach of time;
Not blooming Eden smil'd so fair
In all her flowery prime.
4 Sorrow and pain, and every care
And discord there shall cease;
And perfect joy, and love sincere,
Adorn the realms of peace.
5 The soul, from sin for ever free,
Shall mourn its power no more;
But cloth'd in spotless purity,
Redeeming love adore.
6 There shall the followers of the Lamb
Join in immortal songs;
And endless honours to his name
Employ their tuneful tongues.
7 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love,
Our feeble notes inspire;
Till in the blissful courts above
We join the angelic choir.
344 Happiness of being with Christ.
1 WHILE on the verge of life I stand,
And view the scene on either hand,
My spirit struggles with my clay,
And longs to wing it's flight away.
2 Where Jesus dwells my soul would be;
And faints my much-lov'd Lord to see;
Earth, twine no more about my heart,
For 'tis far better to depart.
Come, ye angelic envoys, come,
And lead the willing pilgrim home;
Ye know the way to Jesus' throne,
Source of my joys, and of
your own.
4 That blissful interview, how sweet!
To fall transported at his feet!
Rais'd in his arms to view his face,
Through the full beamings of his grace!
5 As with a seraph's voice to sing!
To fly as on a cherub's wing!
Performing, with unwearied hands,
The present Saviour's high commands.
6 Yet with these prospects full in sight,
We'll wait thy sigual for the flight;
For while thy service we pursue,
We find a heaven begun below.
345. Salvation approaching. AWAKE, ye saints, and lift your eyes, And raise your voices high,
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
That shews salvation nigh.
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