6 I soon shall hear the awful sound, "Awake, ye nations, under ground, "Arise, and drop your dying shrouds, "And meet King Jesus in the clouds." Hallelujah.
1 COME souls that long for Jesus,
Come listen while we sing,
The hand that hath redeem'd us,
From sorrow and from sin:
O come and taste the sweetness
That from a Saviour flows;
The grace of true repentance,
That Christ on us bestows.
2 Tho' tears and bitter mourning
May seem to cast us down,
It shows we are returning,
To our eternal home:
What tho' we are dejected,
And find a darksome night,
We shall not be rejected,
For Christ will give us light.
3 Those thirsty longing mourners
Are blessed with the word,
Which prove they are returning,
To Christ the loving Lord:
Who many wants discover,
And long for righteousness,
Declare that they are lovers
Of Christ, the Prince of Peace.
The gospel now invites you,
To fly into his arms;
Where shall find rescue
From all the law's alarms:
There mercy's charms are witness'd,
To all that are distress'd;
Flowing, in all its sweetness,
From Jesus' loving breast.
5. And ye that now are wand'ring
In sin's forbidden ways;
Ye simple and ye scorning
Who love to go astray;
Hear Jesus' voice inviting-
66 'O, sinner, turn to me;
"There's sweetness in returning
From sin's forbidden way.
"My invitation freely,
"And kindly I address,
"To those who are stout-hearted,
"And far from righteousness; "Lo, here is a flowing fountain, "For whosoever will,
"My grace is still abounding,
"Q come, and drink your fill."
HYMN 6. (D. C. M.)
Praise to God.
ISING to the great Jehovah's praise,
All praise to him belongs;
Who kindly lengthens out our days,
Demands our choicest songs:
Whose providence has brought us through,
Another rolling year;
We all with vows and anthems, now
Before our God appear.
A Saviour let creation sing,
A Saviour let all heaven ring;
He's God with us, we feel him our's,
His fulness in our souls he pours.
'Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er,
We're joining them who are gone before,
We then shall meet to part no more.
2 Father, thy mercies past we own,
Thy still continued care;
To thee presenting, through thy Son,
Whate'er we have or are:
Our lips and lives shall gladly show,
The wonders of thy love;
While on in Jesus' steps we go,
To seek thy face above,
3 Our residue of days or hours,
Thine wholly thine shall be;
And all our consecrated powers,
A sacrifice to thee.
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows,
But from the mighty flood;
O sweep the nations, shake the earth,
Till all proclaim thee God.
4 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up,
And sets thy starry crown;
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine,
Proclaim'd by thee thine own:
May we-we little band of love,
We sinners saved by grace;
From glory into glory changed,
Behold thee face to face.
IVE souls that trust in Christ rejoice,
Your sins are all forgiven;
Let ev'ry christian raise his voice,
And sing the joys of Heaven.
2 Heav'n is that holy happy place,
Where sin no more defiles;
Where God unveils his lovely face,
And looks, and loves, and smiles.
3 Where Jesus, Son of Man and God,
Triumphant from his wars,
Walks in rich garments, dipt in blood,
And shews his glorious scars.
4 Where ransom'd sinners sound God's praise Th' angelic host among,
Sing the rich wonders of his grace,
And Jesus leads the song.
5 Where saints are free from ev'ry load
Of prisons or of pains;
God dwells in them and they in God,
And love for ever reigns.
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor can the heart conceive,
All that the blood of Christ procur'd,
Or all that God can give.
7 Lord, as thou shew'st thy glory there,
Make known thy grace to us;
And heav'n will not be wanting here,
While we can hymn thee thus.
HYMN 8. (6—8s.)
Wrestling Jacob.
OME, O thou Traveller unknown,
Whom still I hold, but cannot see!
My company before is gone,
And I am left alone with thee:
With thee all night I mean to stay,
And wrestle till the break of day.
2 I need not tell thee who I am,
My misery or sin declare;
Thyself hath called me by my name,
Look on thy hands, and read it there:
But who, I ask thee, who art Thou!
Tell me thy Name, and tell me now.
3 In vain thou strugglest to get free,
I never will unloose my hold;
Art thou the Man that died for me?
The secret of thy love unfold:
Wrestling, I will not let thee go,
Till I thy Name, thy Nature know.
4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal
Thy new, unutterable Name?
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