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Shall he not all things freely grant, ļ

That boundless love can give ?
3 Who now his people shall accuse?

'Tis God hath justifi'd:
Who now his people shall condemn ?

The Lamb of God hath died.
4 And he who died hath ris'n again,

Triumphant from the grave:
At God's right hand for us he pleads,

Omnipotent to save.

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Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n,

While they are slaves to lust!
2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights,

If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living pow'r unites

To Christ, the living Head.
3 The faith which new-creates the heart

And works by active love,
Will bid all sinful joys depart,

And lift the thoughts above.
4 God from the curse has set us free

To make us pure within;
Nor did he send his Son to be

The minister of sin.



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(111. 1.)


HYMN 143.

Christ our Refuge.
JESUS, Saviour of my soul,
While the waves of trouble roll,

While the tempest still is high:
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,

Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide,

O, receive my soul at last!

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2 Other refuge have I none,

Hangs my helpless soul on thee:
Leave, ah ! leave me not alone,

Still support and comfort me; vir
All my trust on thee is stay'd,

All my hope from thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
With the shadow of thy wing.

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:
2 “Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismay'd,

“I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
“I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,

“Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
3 “When through the deep waters I call thee to go,

" The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow;
“For I will be with thee thy troubles to bless,

“And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress.
4 “When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
“My grace all-sufficient, shall be thy supply;

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;
“That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake,
“I'll never-no, never-no, never forsake."

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HYMN 145.
ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, ,

Thy better portion trace,
Rise, from transitory things,

Tow'rds heav'n, thy destin'd place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away

To seats prepar'd above.




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2 Cease, my soul, O cease to mourn,

Press onward to the prize;
Soon thy Saviour will return,
To take thee to the skies:

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There is everlasting peace,

Rest, enduring rest in heav'n;
There, will sorrow ever cease,
And crowns of joy be giv'n.
HYMN 146.

(111. 1.) 1 YHILDREN of the heav'nly King,

As we journey, let us sing;
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise,

Glorious in his works and ways
2 We are trav'lling home to God

In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we

Soon their happiness shall see.
3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd,

Christ our advocate was made;
Pardon'd now, no more we roam,

Christ conducts us to our home.
4 Lord, obediently we'll go,

Gladly leaving all below;
Only thou our leader be,
And we still will follow thee.
HYMN 147.

(c. m.) 1 THEN I can read my title clear

To mansions in the skies,
I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,

And fiery darts be hurld,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,

And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,

Let storms of sorrow fall;
So I but safely reach my

My God, my heav'n, my all :
4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul

Shall find eternal rest;
Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll

Across my peaceful breast.

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HYMN 148.

(c. m.) 1 Y is a fruit that will not grow

In nature's barren soil;
All we can boast, till Christ we know,

Is vanity and toil.
2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith,

A sense of pard’ning love,
A hope that triumphs over death,

Give joys like those above.
3 These are the joys which satisfy

And purify the mind;
Which make the spirit mount on high,

And leave the world behind.
4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot,

O, thou who art the Lord's,
Resign to those who know him not,
Such joy as earth affords.
HYMN 149.

(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.
2 Let those refuse to sing

That never knew our God,
But children of the heav'nly King

May speak their joys abroad.
3 The God of heav'n is ours,

Our Father and our love;
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours,

Then waft our souls above.
4 There shall we see his face,

And never, never sin ;
There, from the rivers of his grace, ,

Drink endless pleasures in.
5 Yes, and before we rise

To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss

Should constant joys create.
6 Children of grace have found

Glory begun below:

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Celestial fruits on earthly ground,

From faith and hope may grow.
7 The hill of Sion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,

Or walk the golden streets. 8 Then let our songs abound,

And ev'ry tear be dry;
L We're trav'lling through Immanuel's ground,
To fairer world's on high.


HYMN 150. (111. 3.)
1 ORD, with glowing heart I'd praise thee' (?,
For the pard’ning grace that saves me,
And the peace that from it flows:

haicu Help, O God, my weak endeavour,

This dull soul to rapture raise;
Thou must light the flame, or never

Can my love be warm’d to praise.
2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee,

Wretched wand'rer, far astray;
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee

From the paths of death away;
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling,

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, L
And, the light of hope revealing,

Bade the blood-stain'd cross appear. 3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling Vainly would my lips express :

Low before thy footstool kneeling,

Deign thy suppliant's pray'r to bless :
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure,

Love's pure flame within me raise;
And, since words can never measure,
Let my life show forth thy praise.
HYMN 151,

(11. 1.)
1 ORD, my God, I long to know,

Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love thee, Lord, or no?
Am I thine, or am I not?

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