4 A soul oppressed with sin's desert
My God will ne'er despise;
An humble groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.
THAT I knew the secret place
Where I might find my God!
I'd spread my wants before his face,
And pour my woes abroad.
2 I'd tell him how my sins arise,
What sorrows I sustain;
How grace decays, and comfort dies,
And leaves my heart in pain.
3 He knows what arguments I'd take
To wrestle with my God;
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake,
And for my Saviour's blood.
4 My God will pity my complaints,
And heal my broken bones;
He takes the meaning of his saints,
The language of their groans.
5 Arise, my soul, from deep distress,
And banish every fear;
He calls thee to his throne of grace,
To spread thy sorrows there.
EAR Refuge of my weary soul,
On thee, when sorrows rise,
On thee, when waves of trouble roll,
My fainting hope relies.
2 To thee I tell each rising grief,
For thou alone canst heal;
Thy word can bring a sweet relief,
For every pain I feel.
3 But O when gloomy doubts prevail,
I fear to call thee mine;
The springs of comfort seem to fail,
And all my hopes decline.
4 Yet, gracious God, where shall I flee? Thou art my only trust;
And still my soul would cleave to thee,
Though prostrate in the dust.
5 Hast thou not bid me seek thy face?
And shall I seek in vain?
And can the ear of sovereign grace
Be deaf when I complain?
6 No, still the ear of sovereign grace
Attends the mourner's prayer:
O may I ever find access,
To breathe my sorrows there.
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There the dear flesh of Jesus lay,
And left a long perfume.
The graves of all the saints he blest,
And softened every bed;
Where should the dying members rest,
But with their dying Head?
5 Thence he arose, ascending high,
And showed our feet the way;
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly
At the great rising day.
And rescued from the grave;
Now shall he live, and none can die,
If God resolve to save.
2 Thy praise, more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;
Thy hand, that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Zion now,
For we shall worship there,
The house where all the righteous go,
Thy mercy to declare.
4 Among the assemblies of thy saints
Our thankful voice we raise;
There we have told thee our complaints,
And there we speak thy praise.
The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
JOY to the world, the Lord is come,
Let every heart prepare him room,
Let earth receive her King;
And heaven and nature sing.
2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns,
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and
Repeat the sounding joy. [plains
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground:
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
4 He rules the world with truth and
And makes the nations prove [grace,
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.
2 Let all the people of the Lord
His praises spread around;
Let them his grace and love record,
Who have salvation found.
3 Now let the east in him rejoice,
The west its tribute bring,
The north and south lift up their voice
In honor of their King.
14 He, the great Lord, the sovereign
That sits enthroned above, [Judge,
In wisdom rules the worlds he made,
And bids them taste his love.
Earth shall obey his high command,
And yield a full increase;
Our God shall crown his chosen land
With fruitfulness and peace.
4 Oh, praise the Lord! for he is good; 6 God the Redeemer scatters round
COME, ye that love the Saviour's
And joy to make it known; [name,
The sovereign of your heart proclaim,
And bow before his throne.
2 Behold your King, your Saviour 2
With glories all divine; [crowned
And tell the wondering nations round
How bright these glories shine.
3 Infinite power and boundless grace
In him unite their rays;
Ye that have e'er beheld his face,
Can ye forbear his praise?
4 When in his earthly courts we view
The glories of our King,
We long to love as angels do,
And wish like them to sing.
5 And shall we long, and wish in vain?
Lord, teach our songs to rise;
Thy love can animate the strain,
And bid it reach the skies.
6 O happy period! glorious day!
When heaven and earth shall raise, With all their powers, the raptured lay,| To celebrate thy praise.
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ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a different tongue
In every language learn his word,
And let his name be sung.
His mercy reigns through every land,
Proclaim his grace abroad;-
Forever firm his truth shall stand,-
Praise ye the faithful God.
JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built
And pearly gates behold? [walls
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end.
There happier bowers than Eden's
Nor sin nor sorrow know: [bloom,
Blest seats, through rude and stormy
I onward press to you.
[scenes,
Why should I shrink at pain and woe,
Or feel at death dismay?
I've Canaan's goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
Apostles, martyrs, prophets there
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below
Will join the glorious band.
7 Jerusalem, my happy home,
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
LORY to God the Father's name,
Who from our sinful race,
Chose us his people, to proclaim
The honours of his grace.
2 Glory to God the Son be paid,
Who dwelt in humble clay,
And to redeem us from the dead,
Gave his own life away.
3 Glory to God the Spirit give,
From whose almighty power,
Our souls their heavenly birth derive,
And bless the happy hour.
4 Glory to God who reigns above,
The eternal Three in One;
Who, by the wonders of his love,
Has made his nature known.
13 'Tis from the mercy of our God
That all our hopes begin;
'Tis by the water and the blood,
Our souls are washed from sin.
4 Raised from the dead, we live anew;
And justified by grace,
We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.
ING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Se tribes of every tongue;
His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.
2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son;
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.
3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen :
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
FROM thee, my God, my joys shall [rise,
And run eternal rounds
Beyond the limits of the skies,
And all created bounds.
2 The holy triumphs of my soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave.
3 There, where my blessed Jesus reigns,
In heaven's unmeasured space,
I'll spend a long eternity
In pleasure and in praise.
4 Haste, my Beloved, fetch my soul
Up to thy blest abode;
Fly, for my spirit longs to see
My Saviour and my God.
AWAKE, my soul, stretch every
And press with vigour on: [nerve,
A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
A bright, immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
'Tis God's all animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
AUGHTER of Zion, from the dust, "Tis his own hand presents the prize
Exalt thy fallen head;
Again in thy Redeemer trust,
He calls thee from the dead.
2 Awake, awake, put on thy strength,
Thy beautiful array;
The day of freedom dawns at length,
The Lord's appointed day.
To thine aspiring eye.
4 Blest Saviour, introduced by thee,
Have I my race begun;
And crowned with victory at thy feet
I'll lay my honours down.
3 They come, they come-thine exiled 182
Where'er they rest or roam, [bands,
Have heard thy voice in distant lands,
And hasten to their home.
4 Thus, though the universe shall burn,
And God his works destroy,
With songs thy ransomed shall return,
And everlasting joy.
where saints immortal reign; HERE is a land of pure delight, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
FOR SOCIAL AND PRIVATE WORSHIP. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood,
Stand dressed in living green ;
So to the Jews old Canaan stood,
While Jordan rolled between.
MY God, the spring of all my joys, 4 But timorous mortals start and shrink,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
2 In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul's bright morning star,
And he my rising sun.
To cross this narrow sea;
And linger, shivering on the brink,
And fear to launch away.
5 O could we make our doubts remove,
Those gloomy doubts that rise,
And see the Canaan that we love
With unbeclouded eyes:
3 The opening heavens around me shine 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood,
With beams of sacred bliss,
While Jesus shows his heart is mine,
And whispers I am his.
And view the landscape o'er, [flood Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold Should fright us from the shore.
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