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7 Then let us in his praises join,
Triumph in his salvation; Glory ascribe to love divine,
Worship and adoration. Heaven already is begun,
Open'd in each believer; Only believe, and then sing on;
Heaven is yours forever.
EAR the royal proclamation,
Lo! he reigns, he reigns victorious ;
Jesus reigns. 2 See the royal banner flying,
Hear the heralds loudly crying,
Lo! he reigns, &c. 3 Ho! ye sons of wrath and ruin,
Who have wrought your own undoing,
Lo! he reigns, &c. 4 Here are wine, and milk, and honey,
Come, and purchase without money;
Mercy, like a flowing fountain,
Lo! he reigns, &c. 5 For this love let rocks and mountains,
Purling streams and crystal fountains,
Lo! he reigns, &c.
Imandra. HYMN 3. 4 lines 11s.
When God in great mercy is coming so nigh!
be, While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 3 Now Jesus is ready your souls to receive, And grant you a pardon if you will believe; If sin is your burden why will you not come? "Tis you he bids elcome; he bids you come home. 4 In riches, in pleasures, what can you obtain, To soothe your aMiction, or banish your pain? To bear up your spirits when summon’d to die, Or waft you to mansions of glory on high! 5 Why will you be starving and feeding on air ? There's mercy in Jesus enough, and to spare; If still you are doubting, make trial and see, And prove that his mercy is boundless and free.
6 Comé, give us your hand, and the Saviour your
HYMN 4. C. M.
A thousand thoughts revolve;
And make this last resolve:
Have like a mountain rose;
Whatever may oppose.
And there my guilt confess;
Without his sov'reign grace:
Whose sceptre pardon gives;
And then the suppliant lives.
Perhaps he'll hear my prayer;
And perish only there. 6 “I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try ;
I must for ever die."
HYMN 5. C. M.
EHOLD the wretch whose lust and wine
Had wasted his estate,
To taste the husks they eat!
“I starve in foreign lands;
And bounteous are his hands.
Fall down before his face;
Nor can deserve thy grace.”
To seek his father's love;
And all his bowels move.
Embrac'd and kiss'd his son;
For follies he had done.
The father gives command;
With rings adorn his hand. 7 “A day of feasting I ordai,
Let joy and mirth abound;
Was lost and now is found.”
HYMN 6. 4 lines 79.
PEOPLE of the living God,
Peace and comfort never found. 2 Now to you my spirit turns,
Turns a fugitive unblest;
O receive me to your rest! 3 Lonely I no longer roam,
Like the cloud, the wind, the wave: Where you live shall be my home;
Where you die shall be my grave. 4 Tell me not of gain or loss,
Ease, enjoyment, pomp or pow'r:
Shame, reproach, affliction's hour. 5 “Follow me! I know thy voice,
Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see; Now I take thy yoke by choice;
Light 's the burden now to me.
Harvest Home. HYMN 7. L. M.
\HOUGH in the outward church below,
Angels, ere long, will reap the
crop, And burn the tares in anger up.
For soon the reaping time will come,