1 HYMN 40. YE 10's & 11's. E neighbours and friends, To Jesus His love condescends, By titles so dear, 2 The Shepherd who died His sheep to redeem, On every side Are gather'd to him, The weary and burden'd, The reprobate race; Lamb; [race; The halt they are walking, And running their The dumb, they are talking Of Jesus's grace. 4 The deaf hear his voice, And comforting word, 66 It bids them rejoice In Jesus their Lord: Thy sins are forgiven, Accepted thou art;" They listen, and heaven Springs up in their heart. 5 The lepers from all Their spots are made clean : [sin: The dead by his call Are rais'd from their In Jesu's compassion The sick find a cure; And gospel-salvation Is preach'd to the poor. 6 To us and to them Is publish'd the word: Then let us proclaim Our life-giving Lord, Who now is reviving His work in our days, And mightily striving To save us by grace. 70 Jesus, ride on, Till all are subdu'd; Thy mercy make known, And sprinkle thy blood; [song Display thy salvation, And teach the new To every nation, And people, and tongue. GOD! our help in ages past, 2 Under the shadow of thy throne 3 Before the hills in order stood, Short as the watch that ends the night, 5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood, 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, 70 God! our help in ages past, HEE we adore, eternal Name! And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms we be ! 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 3 The year rolls round, and steals away 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around To hurry mortals home. 5 Great God! on what a slender thread 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense 1 A ND am I born to die ? And must my trembling spirit fly A land of deepest shade, Unpierc'd by human thought; The dreary regions of the dead, Where all things are forgot F 2 Soon as from earth I go, 3 How shall I leave my tomb? Their brother to the bar? 4 Who can resolve the doubt, That tears my anxious breast? Or number'd with the blest? I must from God be driv'n, Or with my Saviour dwell; Must come at his command to heaven, 50 thou that wouldst not have From endless misery! Shew me the way to shun Thy dreadful wrath severe; That when thou comest on thy throne, & Thou art thyself the way, Thyself in me reveal; So shall I spend my life's short day So shall I love my God, And praise thee in thy bright abode, HYMN 44. 4 lines 8's & 2-6's. 1 AND am I only born to die? And must I suddenly comply 2 How then ought I on earth to live, 3 No room for mirth or trifling here, 4 No matter which my thoughts employ, A moment's misery or joy; But, oh! when both shall end, Where shall I find my destin'd place? Shall I my everlasting days With fiends or angels spend? 5 Nothing is worth a thought beneath, But how I may escape the death That never, never dies; |