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2 O Lord, let all Thy mercies flow

On those who worship in this place ;
Let all the love of Jesus know,
The riches of His saving grace.
Let every wounded conscience feel
His mighty power to bless and heal;

And long for His appearing.
3 O let the Spirit's sovereign voice

Apply Thy word to every heart ;
Awake, alarm, revive, rejoice,
Each soul, 'till all shall bear their part
In these Thy services of love ;
Then join the glorious hosts above,

That herald Christ's appearing. 81. Christ the best Friend. ONE there is above all others,

Well deserves the name of Friend ;
His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end !
They who once His kindness prove,

Find it everlasting love.
2 Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could, or would, have shed His blood;
But our Jesus died to have us

Reconcil'd in Him to God :
This was boundless love indeed !

Jesus is a friend in need !
3 When He lived on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was His name;
Now above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same:
Still He calls them brethren, friends ;
And to all their wants attends.


4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ;

Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often

What a friend we have above : But, when home our souls are brought,

We will love Thee as we ought. 82. Confidence in God. WHEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And hellish darts be hurld, Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowhing world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,

My God, my heaven, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul

In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll

Across my peaceful breast. 83. Christ a Refuge in Distress. 6,8. O GOD! my heart within me faints,

And pours in sighs her deep complaints; Yet many a thought shall linger still, By Carmel's height, and Tabor's rill ; The Olive Mount my Saviour trod, The rocks that saw and owned their God.


2 The morning beam that wakes the skies

Shall see my matin incense rise ;
The evening seraphs as they rove
Shall catch the notes of joy and love ;
And sullen night, with drowsy ear,

The still repeated anthem hear.
3 Ah! why by passing clouds oppress'd

Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast?
Turn, turn to Him in every pain,
Whom never suppliant sought in vain ;
Thy strength, in life's unruffled day;

Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away. 84.

The Angels.
BEYOND the glittering starry skies,

Far as the eternal hills,
Yon heaven of heavens, with living light,

Our great Redeemer fills.
2 Legions of angels round His throne

In countless armies shine ;
At His right hand, with golden harps,

They offer songs divine.
3 In all His toils and conflicts here,

They did His steps attend :
And wond'ring how, and where at last

The scene of love would end. 4 They saw His heart transfixed with wounds,

With love and grief run o'er;
They saw Him break the bars of death,

Which none e'er brake before.
5 And when He burst the gates of death,

Subdued the tyrant's power,
They saw th' illustrious Conqueror rise,

And hail'd the blissful hour.


85. In Affliction.
WHEN languor and disease invade

This trembling house of clay, 'Tis sweet to look beyond our cage,

And long to fly away.
2 Sweet to look inward, and attend

The whispers of His love ;
Sweet to look upward to the place

Where Jesus pleads above.
3 Sweet to look back, and see my name

In life's fair book set down; Sweet to look forward, and behold

Eternal joys my own. 4 Sweet to reflect, how grace

divine My sins on Jesus laid; Sweet to remember, that His blood

My debt of suffering paid. 5 Sweet in His righteousness to stand,

Which saves from second death ; Sweet to experience, day by day,

His Spirit's quickening breath, 8 Sweet on His faithfulness to rest,

Whose love can never end : Sweet on His covenant of grace,

For all things to depend. Sweet in the confidence of faith,

To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands,

And know no will but His.

8 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope,

That, when my change shall come,
Angels will hover round my bed,

And waft my spirit home.


1 There shall my disimprison'd soul

Behold Him and adore;
Be with His likeness satisfied,

And grieve and sin no more. 2 Shall see Him wear that

very flesh,
On which my guilt was lain,
His love intense, His merit fresh;

As tho’ but newly slain. 3 Soon, too, my slumb'ring dust shall hear

The trumpet's quick’ning sound,
And by my Saviour's power rebuilt,

At His right hand be found.
4 These eyes shall see Him in that day,

The God that died for me;
And all my rising bones shall say,

Lord, who is like to Thee.
5 If such the views which grace unfold,

Weak as it is below ;
What raptures must the Church above

In Jesus' presence know.
6 If such the sweetness of the streams,

What must the fountain be,
Where saints and angels draw their bliss

Immediately from Thee.
7 Oh! may the unction of these truths

For ever with me stay,
Till, from her sinful cage dismiss'd,

My spirit flies away.

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