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Let every heart exult with joy,
And every voice be song!
Exerts its sacred fire;
His holy breast inspire.
In Satan's bondage held;
The iron fetters yield. 4. He comes ! from darkening scales of vice
To clear the inward sight,
To pour celestial light.
The bleeding souls to cure,
Enrich the humble poor.
Accepted of the Lord, When Heaven's high promise is fulfill'd,
And Israel is restored.
Thy welcome shall proclaim ;
Amidst a thousand trifling cares?
The one thing needful is forgot ?
And famish an immortal mind ?
3 Th’ Eternal God calls from above,
And Jesus pleads his dying love;
And shall they join their pleas in vain ?
Those objects which ye now pursue;
5 Almighty God, thy power impart,
To fix convictions on the heart ;
Joy in heaven over repenting sinners.—Luke xv. 7-10.
1 Who can describe the joys that rise
Through all the courts of paradise
To see an heir of glory born?
The fruit of his eternal love;
The purchase of his agonies.
The holy soul He form'd anew;
My Father, thee I sing !
Praise from earth and heaven receive;
Dead-by faith in Christ I live.
Father, behold thy son;
Through Christ I am thy own:
See the prodigal is come:
Take the weary wanderer home.
Thy pity look'd me near :
Me thy mercy ran to find,
Hungry, sick, and faint, and blind.
Thy kiss forgave me all :
Words that made the Saviour mine:
“ His be righteousness divine !"
91. The Pharisee and the Publican.—Luke xviii. 10. 1 BEHOLD how sinners disagree,
The Publican and Pharisee!
The other owns his guilt and shame. 2 This man at humble distance stands,
And cries for grace with lifted hands;
And talks of duties he has done. 3 The Lord their different language knows,
And different answers He bestows;
Whilst on the proud his anger frowns. 4 Dear Father, let me never be
Join'd with the boasting Pharisee;
Without a false disguise ?
My refuges of lies?
Or is it form'd anew ?
The object I pursue ?
My real state to know !
If right preserve me so.
93. The brazen serpent.-John iii. 14. 1 WHEN poison spreading through their veins
Made Israel mourn their sin, Eternal mercy eased their pains,
And healed the grief within.
Salvation to procure;
The dying found a cure.
And mourn their follies past,
And free salvation taste.
Behold him raised on high,
O look, and never die!
He sees our inmost mind;
And leave our souls behind. 2 In spirit and in truth alone
We must present our prayer;
Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies,
Their bending knees the ground;
Alas! what numbers do! Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
“ Wilt thou forsake me too?" 2 Ah, Lord! with such a heart as mine,
Unless Thou hold me fast, I feel I must, I shall decline,
And prove like them at last.
To save a wretch like me;
If I should turn from Thee? 4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured
Thou art the Christ of God, Who has eternal life secured
By promise and by blood.
And bid my fears depart;
And satisfy my heart.