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Then all the chosen feed
Shall meet around his throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace;
And make his wonders koowa. To our redeeming God Wisdom and pow'r belongs ; Immortal crowns of majesty,
And everlafting songs.
96. C. M: The Sheep of Christ, given by tbe Father and
guarded by Omnipotence:
N one harmonious cheerful song,
Loud let it round from ev'ry tongue,
The Savior is divine.
To him the Father gave;
And strong his arm to save.
And bars the gates of hell, And rivets Satan down in chains,
Sball guard his chosen well. Now let th' infernal lion roar,
How vain his threats appear ! When he can match Jehovah's Power
We will begin to fear.
The Security of Cbriff's Sbeep.
Y foul with joy attend,
While Jesus filence breaks ; No angel's harp such music yields,
As what my thepherd speaks. “I know my fheep," he cries,
" My soul approves them well: • Vain is the treach'reus world's disguise,
“ And vain the rage of hell.
“ With tokens of my love,
" And Tweeter ftreams above.
"I to my theep will give ; is Apd, while my throne unthaken ttaods,
“ Shall all my chosen live.
• Is rais d for their defence : " Where is the pow'r thall reach them there?
“ Or what shall force them thence!"-
Let faith triumphant cry" ;
Cao on this promiie die.
C. M. Morton's Col:
God on the side of bis People.
, Or Adam's faith was try'd; The everlasting coy'nant proy'd
God on his people's side.
The dear Redeemer dy'd;..
The Lord was on their fide.
For mercy they apply'd ;
The Lord was on their fide.
Let foes their hope deride :
The Lord is on their fide, When wealth, when healthi, when ftrength
In God'may they confide ; :[withdraws, And fear no evil then, because
The Lord is on their side.
With all the glorified,
“God's on bis people's fide."
L. M. Warts, altered.
Gary and Grace in the Perfon of Cbrift.
TOW to the Lord a grateful fong!
Awake, my foul, awake, my tongue : Holinnad to th eternal name, And all bis boundless love proclaim. See where it thines in Jesus' face, The brightest Image of his grace; God, in the pertoa of his Soa, Has all bis mightiest works outdoge. The fpacious earth and spreading food, Proclaim tbe wilè and pow'rtal God; And why rich glories from afar, Sparkle is ex'ry rolling ttar. But in his looks 3 glory ftands, The noblett labor of the bands! Tbe pleanog lugtre of his eyes, Ouahides the wonders of the kies. Grace'tis a tweet, a charming theme ; Exult, my toui, ac felus"dame! Ye angels, dwell upoo the found; Ye heav'ts, redeat it ca che ground! Oh that we all may reach the place, Where be reveals bis lovely tice! There all bis beauties tu bebold, And tog bis naine tąkarps of gold
INVITATIONS AND PROMISES.
100. C. M. TOPLADY's Col.
Are in the gospel found!
Who knows the joyful sound. Poor, fipfal, thirsty, fainting fools
Are freely welcome here : Salvation like a river rolls, Abundant, free, and clear
... Draw near, with all your wants and wounds;
Your ev'ry burden bring : ;
A deep celestial spring.
And living joy imparts:
And drink with thankful hearts.
Have here found life and peace :
And drink, adore, and bless.
Salvation Luits the finner's cafe ;