In bonds, our perfect liberty;
Our refuge in temptation's hour;
Our comfort, midst all grief and thrall;
Our life in death;-our all in all.
SECTION SIXTH.-ASCRIPTIONS OF PRAISE TO HIM.
1 BRETHREN, let us join to bless
Jesus Christ, our joy and peace:
Let our praise to him be giv'n,
High at God's right-hand in heav'n.
2 Saviour! at thy throne we bow;
Thou art Lord, and only thou:
Thou, the woman's promis'd seed,
Glory of thy church, and Head.
3 Thee the angels ceaseless sing,
Thee we praise, our Priest and King:
Worthy is thy name of praise,
Full of glory, full of grace.
4 Thou hast the glad tidings brought
Of salvation by thee wrought;
Wrought for all thy church, and we
Worship in their company.
5 We, thy ransom'd flock, adore
Thee, the Lord, for evermore:
Ever to us shew thy love,
Till we join thy church above.
S. M. Saints exhorted to joy and praise. Psalm xxxiii, I
Wake ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue,
To praise the Saviour's name.
2 Sing of his dying love,
Sing of his rising pow'r,
Sing how he intercedes above,
For those whose sins he bore.
Sing on your heav'nly way,
Ye ransom'd sinners, sing;
Sing on, rejoicing ev'ry day,
In Christ, th' eternal King.
Soon shall we hear him say,
"Ye blessed children come
Soon will he call us hence away,
And take his pilgrims home.
Then shall each raptur'd tongue,
His nobler praise proclaim;
And sweeter voices tune the song
Of Moses and the Lamb.
C. M. The love of Christ unsearchable. Eph. iii. 18, 19. 1 To our Redeemer's glorious name, Awake the sacred song!
O may his love, immortal flame!
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue.
2 His love what mortal thought can reach ; What mortal tongue display!
Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away.
3 Let wonder still with love unite,
And gratitude and joy;
Jesus be our supreme delight,
His praise our best employ.
4 Jesus resign'd his throne on high,
He left the realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die:
Was ever love like this?
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme,
Fill ev'ry heart and tongue!
Till strangers love his charming name,
And join the sacred song.
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8.8. 6. The Saviour's excellencies. Sol. Song v. 16. 10 COULD we speak the matchless worth, O could we sound the glories forth, Which in our Saviour shine!
We'd soar and touch the heavn’ly strings,
And vie with Gabriel while he sings,
In notes almost divine.
2 We'd sing the precious blood he spilt,
To cleanse our souls from stains of guilt,
And save from wrath divine:
We'd sing his glorious righteousness,
In which all perfect, heav'nly dress,
Our souls shall ever shine.
3 We'd sing the characters he bears,
And all the forms of love he wears,
Exalted on his throne:
In lofty songs of sweetest praise,
We would to everlasting days,
Make all his glories known.
4 Well-the delightful day will come,
When Christ our Lord will bring us home,
And we shall see his face:
Then with our Saviour, Shepherd, Friend,
A bless'd eternity we'll spend,
Triumphant in his grace.
C. M. The Saviour's excellencies and benefits, Eph. iii.S 1 THE Saviour! O what endless charms Dwell in the blissful sound:
Its influence ev'ry fear disarms,
And spreads sweet comfort round.
2 Here, pardon, life, and joys divine,
In rich effusion flow,
For guilty rebels lost in sin,
And doom'd to endless woe.
3 Th' almighty Former of the skies Stoop'd to our vile abode ;
While angels view'd, with wond'ring eyes,
And hail'd th' incarnate God.
4 O the rich depths of love divine!
Of bliss, a boundless store!
Bless'd Saviour, deign to call us thine,
We cannot wish for more.
5 On thee alone our hope relies,
Beneath thy cross we fall:
Our Lord, our Life, our Sacrifice,
Our Saviour, and our All!
148th. Praise to the Saviour. Acts iv. 12.
LET earth and heav'n agree,
Let men with angels join,
To sing salvation free,
The work of love divine:
To praise the great atoning Lamb,
And his amazing love proclaim.
Jesus! life-giving sound!
The joy of earth and heav'n!
No other help is found,
No other name is giv'n,
In which the sons of men can boast,
But his who seeks and saves the lost.
This name the sinner hears,
And is from guilt set free;
'Tis music in his ears,
"Tis life and victory :
While the ocean round us rolls,
While the tempest still is high.
Hide us, O our Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive our souls at last.
2 Other refuge have we none,
All our hopes depend on thee;
Leave, ah! leave us not alone,
Still our strength and comfort be.
All our trust on thee is stay'd,
All our help from thee we bring :
Cover each defenceless head,
With the shadow of thy wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all we want,
Ev'ry good in thee we find:
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is thy name,
We are all unrighteousness;
We are full of sin and shame,
Thou art full of truth and grace.
4 Plenteous grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all our sim:
Let the healing streams abound,
Make and keep us pure within.
Thou of life the fountain art,
Freely let us take of thee;
Spring thou up in ev'ry heart,
Rise to all eternity.
L.M. The Hiding place. Psa. xxxii. 7. Isa. xxxii. 2.
1 HAIL, SOV'reign love! that first began
The scheme to rescue fallen man ;
Praise, to that free, eternal grace,
Which gave to us a "hiding-place."
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