« AnteriorContinuar »
We late were Satan's Captives led,
And Heil had been our End,
7 hou Sinners only Friend,
Thou Sinners only Friend.
Nor shall our Praises cease ;
The Lord our Righteousnels,
No other God we know but thee,
None else did us create ;
O holy Advocate,
'Twas thou, 'twas only thou didst take
The Mediator's Place,
All hail thou Prince of Peace !
We daily prove thee ftill the same,
Where'er our Need we fee :
Our Saviour thou shalt be!
No Law, .nor Sin, nor Hell, nor Death,
Shall us from thee divide ;
For us our Saviour dy'd,
Η Υ Μ Ν ΙΙ..
The Pilgrim's Song.
better Portion trace ; Rile from transitory Things,
Tow'rds Heav'n, thy native Place, Sun, and Moon, and Stars decay,
Tiine shall soon this Earth remove ; ; Rife, my Soul, and haste away
To Scats prepar’d above.
Rivers to the Ocean run,
Nor stay in all their Course ; Fire ascending seeks the Sun,
Both speed them to their Source; So a Soul that's born of God
Pants to view his glorious Face, Upward tends to his Abode,
To reft in his Embrace,
Cease, ye Pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onwards to the Prize ; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the Skies :
Yet a Scafon, and you know,
Happy Entrance will be given; All our Sorrows left bclow,
And Earth exchang’d for Heaven.
H Y M N III.
Calling to follow Jesus.
Ye ransom'd of the Lord;
Are ev'ry where abhor'd : Let us gladly trace' his Steps,
Who suffer'd Death among the Jews, Who the friendless Soul accepts,
Whom a!! bcfide refuse.
Jefus, the despis’d and mean,
Our Master let us own;
The Saviour he alone :
Defpis'd Disciples let us be ;
For you, my Friend, and me.
NO but Jesus will we sing,
None elle will we adore :
Shall be for ever more :
Nor one on Earth our Praise may claim, None but Jesus call we ours,
None but the bleeding Lamb.
Η Υ Μ Ν 1V.
Join in publihing his Fanie;
Let the whole Society
Who can make their Boaft like us
Jesus (when we all were poor).
Neither leave us desolate,
Him we commune with by Pray’rs,
in vain, He kind Answers gives again.
Best of Friends the Lord we prove,
Faithful, gracious, good, the fame.
Evermore we fing to thee, :
HY MN V.
CHRIST our great Melchisedec.
We love to hear of thee;
Ne'er half so sweet can be..
In Mercy to us speak,
Thou great Melchisedec,
Our Jesus shall be still our Theme,
While in this world we stay, We'll sing our Jesu's lovely Name,
When all Things else decay: When we appear in yonder Cloud,
With all his favour'd Throng, Then will we fing more sweet, more loud,
And Chrift shall be our Song.
H Y M N VỊ.
Peace of God's Children.