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Salvation's still my theme!
My last, my best, true friend thou art,
And groan beneath its weight;
I wonder that a soul so vile!
The worst of mortals I should
Nor could I hope to dwell above.
84. Salvation. C. M.
THE name of Jesus, O how sweet!
How it removes my pain,
When of his glorious name I hear,
Salvation from my ev'ry sin,
Flows from the blissful sound.
Sav'd from the devil, death, and hell, Sav'd from the curse of God; Sav'd from my ev'ry gloomy fear, Through the Redeemer's blood.
Sins against heav'nly light and love,
Lose their deep stains in Calv'ry's flood,
Now, O ye saints, arise and sing,
And sound it through the earth.
85. Salvation by Grace. L. M. GREAT source of all th' eternal grace, That saints shall know, or seraphs trace, Thee we'll attempt in songs of praise, For acts of grace in ancient days. Long ere the day that Adam fell, The cov'nant stood in all things well, Grace had secur'd in Jesus then, Millions untold of chosen men. By grace their names were all enroll'd, As chosen sheep within its fold;
grace secures their standing there, In lines of love divinely fair.
By grace their crimes were all remov'd,
"Twas all of grace, from first to last,
86. Salvation by Grace.
LOVE was the great self-moving cause,
Free grace, the channel where it flows,
Free grace, thy peerless glories beam'd
Free grace, the Christian's charter is,
Free grace hath heights and depths unknown,
And deep as hell below.
Free grace can 'rase the foulest stains
It trickled from the Saviour's veins,
Free grace they sing before the throne,
The Lamb's redeeming blood they own,
Free grace, we'll count thy wonders o'er,
We hope, at last, on Jordan's shore,
87. The Gospel glad tidings to Sinners. 8.7. 'Tis the Gospel's joyful tidings,
Full salvation sweetly sounds;
He unto the utmost saves.
Hail the Lamb who came to save us,
Of the royal blood-bought throng,
Then we'll make the blissful regions
88. The Saints more than Conquerors through Christ. S. M.
THE Conquest Jesus won
O'er Satan, sin, and hell,
With all the wonders he hath done,
Her only hope for heav'n;
Ten thousand sins forgiv'n.
"Twas at her Surety's hands,
That Justice had its due;
We his obedience view.
He pass'd within the veil,
The worthless names, that did prevail,
Our Advocate with God,
For favour'd sinners slain,
Demands the purchase of his blood,
Worthy the slaughter'd Lamb,