The saints should never be dismay'd
The voice of free grace,

The God of life, whose constant care
The Lord my pasture shall prepare,
To our Redeemer's glorious name
This is the day the Lord hath made,
'Twas on that dark and doleful night,

NTO thine altar Lord,

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humble souls,

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Unite, my wand'ring thoughts, unite,

ITAL spark of heavenly flame!

THY does your face, ye

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Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power! 7 Without thy grace, I sink opprest, Where two or three, with sweet accord, With all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, When langour and disease invade, Why sinks my weak desponding mind? When marshall'd on the nightly plain, With conscious guilt and bleeding heart, When bending o'er the brink of life, While I to grief my soul gave way, Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will! Wherewith, O Lord, shall I draw near, When I can read my title clear, Why should a living man complain, Where is my God? does he retire, What various hindrances we meet, When Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, When sins and fears prevailing rise, With tears of anguish I lament,

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What strange perplexities arise?
What sound is this salutes mine ear,
While life prolongs its precious light,
When, rising from the bed of death,
When all thy mercies, O my God,
Why should I say, "'tis yet too soon,
Welcome, sweet day of rest,
When I survey the wond'rous cross,
ES, the Redeemer rose;

YES

Ye dying sons of men,

Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor,
Ye hearts, with youthful vigour warm,
Ye sin-sick souls draw near,

Ye humble souls, approach your God,

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