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The Gospel Trumpet hear,
The News of heav'nly Grace ; Ye happy Souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's Face ; Tlie Year of Jubilee is coine, Return to your eternal Home! Jesus our great High Priest
Hath full Atonement made ;
Ye mourning Souls be glad !
Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb ; Redemption in his Blood
Throughout the World proclaim, The Year of Jubilee is come, Return to your eternal Hoine !
HYMN LXXXV. They shall look on me whom they have
pierced, and mourn.--Zach. xii. 10. L ,
And view your bleeding Sacrifice; Each purple Drop proclaims there's Roomy And bids the Poor and Needy come! Bencath your Crimes the Vi&tim ftood; Sign'd your Acquittances in Blood; Hereby ftern Justice is appeas’d; Sinners, look up, and be releas'd !
Mercy, Truth, Peace and Righteoufness,
H Y M N LXXXVI.
EFORE Jehoval's awful Throne,
Ye Nations bow with sacred Joy, Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy!
His sov'reign Power, without our Aid,
Made us of Clay, and form'd us Men; And when like wand'ring Sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his Fold again! We'll croud thy Gates with thankful Songs,
High as the Heav’ns, our Voices raise ; And Earth with her ten thousand Tongues,
Shall fill thy Courts with sounding Praise.
Wide as the World is thy Command;
Vast as Eternity thy Love!
When rolling Years fhall cease to rove!
H Y M N LXXXVII.
Isaiah lv. 1. &c. 0! every one that thirsts, draw nigh,
('Tis God invites the fallen Race) Mercy, and free Salvation buy,
Buy Wine, and Milk, and Gospel Grace. Come to the living Waters, come,
Sinners obey your Maker's Call, Return, ye weary Wand'rers Home,
And find iny Grace reach'd out to all, See, from the Rock a Fountain rife,
For you in healing Streams it rolls, Money ye need not bring, nor Price,
Ye lab’ring, burden'd, fin-fick Souls ! Nothing ye in Exchange shall give,
Leave all you have, and are, behind, Frankly the Gift of God receive
Pardon and Peace in Jesus find.
H Y M N LXXXVIII. A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy.
HERE is a Land of pure Delight, TH
Where Saints immortal reign ; Infinite Day excludes the Night,
And Pleasure banish Pain.
There everlasting Springs abides,
And never with’ring Flow'rs ;
Death, like a narrow Sea, divides
This heav'nly Land from ours.
Stand dressd in living Green,
While Jordan roll'd between.
But tim'rous Mortals ftart and shrink,
To cross this narrow Sea,
Afraid to launch away.
Oh! could we make our Doubts remove,
Those gloomy Doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded Eyes.
Could we but climb, where Moses, stood,
And view the Landskip o'er, Not Jordan's Stream, nor Death's cold Flood,
Should fright us from the Shore.
HY MN LXXXIX. The supposed Song of a Soul just
entered Heaven. WA
HY was unbelieving 1,
Trembling 10 afraid to die !
o what wond'rous Grace is here! Now I'ın safe from ev'ry Fear,
Sin and Doubts are ever gone,
Henceforth, neither Grief nor Pain,
O ye perfect happy Ones,
He our full Redemption wrougit,
Oft in Kedar's Tents I try'd,
O my drooping Friends below,