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Let every heart exult with joy,
And every voice be song

On Him the Spirit, largely shed,
Exerts its sacred fire;

Wisdom and might, and zeal and love,
His holy breast inspire.

He comes the prisoners to relieve
In Satan's bondage held;

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He comes from darkening scales of vice
To clear the inward sight,

And on the eye-balls of the blind,
To pour celestial light.

He comes the broken hearts to bind,
The bleeding souls to cure,

And with the treasures of his grace
Enrich the humble poor.

The sacred year has now revolved,
Accepted of the Lord,

When Heaven's high promise is fulfill'd,
And Israel is restored.

Our glad hosannahs, Prince of Peace |
Thy welcome shall proclaim;

And heaven's exalted arches ring
With thy most honour'd name.

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WHY will ye lavish out your years
Amidst a thousand trifling cares?
While in this various range of thought
The one thing needful is forgot?

Why will ye chase the fleeting wind
And famish an immortal mind?
While angels with regret look down
To see you spurn a heavenly crown?

3 Th’ Eternal God calls from above,

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And Jesus pleads his dying love;
Awaken'd conscience gives you pain;
And shall they join their pleas in vain?

Not so your dying eyes shall view
Those objects which ye now pursue;
Not so shall heaven and hell appear,
When the decisive hour is near.

Almighty God, thy power impart,
To fix convictions on the heart;
Thy power unveils the blindest eyes,
And makes the haughtiest scorner wise.

89.

Joy in heaven over repenting sinners.--Luke xv. 7–10.

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Who can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born ?

With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul He form'd anew ;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

90.

The Prodigal Som.—Luke xv. 11–32.
THEE, O my God, and King,
My Father, thee I sing !
Hear, well-pleased, the joyous sound,
Praise from earth and heaven receive;
Lost,--I now in Christ am found.
Dead, by faith in Christ I live.

2 Father, behold thy son;
Through Christ I am thy own:
Stranger long to Thee, and rest,
See the prodigal is come:
Open wide thine arms and breast,
Take the weary wanderer home.

3 Thine eye observed from far:
Thy pity look'd me near:
Me thy bowels yearn'd to see;
Me thy mercy ran to find,
Empty, poor, and void of Thee,
Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind.

4. Thou on my neck didst fall,
Thy kiss forgave me all:
Still thy gracious words I hear,
Words that made the Saviour mine:
“Haste, for him the robe prepare,
“His be righteousness divine!”

91.

The Pharisee and the Publican.--Luke xviii. 10.

1 BEhold how sinners disagree,
The Publican and Pharisee :
One doth his righteousness proclaim,
The other owns his guilt and shame.

2 This man at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
That boldly rises near the throne,
And talks of duties he has done.

3 The Lord their different language knows,
And different answers He bestows;
The humble soul with grace He crowns,
Whilst on the proud his anger frowns.

4 Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting Pharisee;
I have no merits of my own,
But plead the sufferings of thy Son.

92. Sincerity.—John i. 47.

I AM I an Israelite indeed,
Without a false disguise?
Have I renounced my sins, and left
My refuges of lies?

2 Say, does my heart unchanged remain
Or is it form’d anew 2
What is the rule by which I walk;
The object I pursue?

3 Cause me, O God of truth and grace,
My real state to know !
If I am wrong, O set me right;
If right preserve me so.

93.

The brazen serpent.—John iii. 14.

1 WHEN poison spreading through their veins
Made Israel mourn their sin,
Eternal mercy eased their pains,
And healed the grief within.

2 A brazen serpent high was raised,
Salvation to procure;
The wounded looked, the living praised,
The dying found a cure.

3 Sinners who feel the deadly sting,
And mourn their follies past,
May now their sins and sorrows bring,
And free salvation taste.

4 See Jesus crucified and slain,
Behold him raised on high,
One look will save from endless pain,
O look, and never die!

God is a Spirit.—John iv. 24. I GoD is a Spirit just and wise, He sees our inmost mind; In vain to heaven we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind.

2 In spirit and in truth alone
We must present our prayer;
The formal and the false are known
Through the disguise they wear.

3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found.

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2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast,
I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.

3 Yet Thou alone hast power, I know,
To save a wretch like me;
To whom, or whither, could I go,
If I should turn from Thee?

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured
Thou art the Christ of God,
Who has eternal life secured
By promise and by blood.

5 No voice but thine can give me rest,
And bid my fears depart;
No love but thine can make me bless'd,
And satisfy my heart.

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