-ZEBULON. H.M.

Dr. L. MASON.

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rivals flee: Come,

COME, my Redeemer, come,

And deign to dwell with me;

Come, and thy right assume,

And bid thy rivals flee:

Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home.

2. Exert thy mighty power,

And banish all my sin; In this auspicious hour,

Bring all thy graces in:

Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home.

3. Rule thou in every thought

And passion of my soul, Till all my powers are brought Beneath thy full control: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home.

4. Then shall my days be thine,

And all my heart be love, And joy and peace be mine,

Such as are known above: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home.

The sovereign King of kings;
And be his grace adored.
His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

8. He saw the nations lie,
All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state
The ruin'd world was in.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure
Abides thy word.

9. He sent his only Son

To save us from our woe;
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.

His power and grace
Are still the same;
And let his name
Have endless praise.

10. Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King;
And let the spacious earth
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord,
Shall still endure;
And ever sure

Abides thy word.

sing, Help us

Sel. 312.

(Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. "I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light.

3. "Can a woman's tender care
Cease toward the child she bare?
Yes, she may forgetful be,
Yet will I remember thee.

4. "Mine is an unchanging love,
Higher than the heights above;
Deeper than the depths beneath,
Free and faithful, strong as death.

5. "Thou shalt see my glory soon,
When the work of grace is done;
Partner of my throne shalt be;
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?"

6. Lord, it is my chief complaint,
That my love is weak and faint:
Yet I love thee and adore,
O for grace to love thee more.

Awful terrors clothe his brow; For his judgments stand prepared; Thou must either break or bow. 3. At his presence nature shakes,

Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee; Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee? 4. Who his coming may abide ?

You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide, When the world is wrapp'd in flame? 5. Lord, prepare us by thy grace;

Soon we must resign our breath, And our souls be call'd to pass Through the iron gate of death.