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Shall he not all things freely grant, ļ
That boundless love can give ?
'Tis God hath justifi'd:
The Lamb of God hath died.
Triumphant from the grave:
Omnipotent to save.
1 DELUDED. souls! that dream of heav'n, il
While they are slaves to lust!
If faith be cold and dead;
To Christ, the living Head.
And works by active love,
And lift the thoughts above.
To make us pure within;
The minister of sin.
Christ our Refuge.
While the tempest still is high:
Till the storm of life is past;
O, receive my soul at last!
(1v. 4.) );
2 Other refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Still support and comfort me; vir
All my hope from thee I bring;
le HYMN 144.
ToW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word! L What more can he say than to you he hath said,
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled:
“I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
“Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
" The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow;
“And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
L " The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine. 5 "The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose,
“I will not, I will not desert to his foes;
Thy better portion trace,
Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place:
Time shall soon this earth remove;
To seats prepar'd above.
2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Rest, enduring rest in heav'n;
(111. 1.) 1 YHILDREN of the heav'nly King,
As we journey, let us sing;
Glorious in his works and ways
In the way the fathers trod;
Soon their happiness shall see.
Christ our advocate was made;
Christ conducts us to our home.
Gladly leaving all below;
(c. m.) 1 THEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
And fiery darts be hurld,
And face a frowning world.
Let storms of sorrow fall;
Shall find eternal rest;
Across my peaceful breast.
(c. m.) 1 Y is a fruit that will not grow
In nature's barren soil;
Is vanity and toil.
A sense of pard’ning love,
Give joys like those above.
And purify the mind;
And leave the world behind.
O, thou who art the Lord's,
(s. M.) 1
that love the Lord, I And let your joys be known; Join in a song with sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
That never knew our God,
May speak their joys abroad.
Our Father and our love;
Then waft our souls above.
And never, never sin ;
Drink endless pleasures in.
To that immortal state,
Should constant joys create.
Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
A thousand sacred sweets,
Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound,
And ev'ry tear be dry;
HYMN 150. (111. 3.)
haicu Help, O God, my weak endeavour,
This dull soul to rapture raise;
Can my love be warm’d to praise.
Wretched wand'rer, far astray;
From the paths of death away;
Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, L
Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express :
Deign thy suppliant's pray'r to bless :
Love's pure flame within me raise;
Oft it causes anxious thought;