All who profess are wheat or tares :
Harvest will come at unawares.
Yes, soon, etc.
3 To love my sins, a saint t' appear-
To grow with wheat, and be a tare-
May serve me while on earth below,
Where tares and wheat together grow!
But soon, etc.
4 But all who truly righteous be,
Their Father's kingdom then shall see,
Shine like the sun for ever there-
He that hath ears then let him hear.
1 THERE is an ear that grace divine
Alone can make rejoice;
May such an ear, O Lord, be mine,
Attending mercy's voice!
2 Attracted by almighty love,
O draw me to Thy door!
Ne'er from the threshold to remove
Of grace's boundless store.
3 With holy oil anoint my heart,
And seal instruction there :
Nothing that nature can impart
Can with Thy truth compare.
4 'Tis Thine to touch the ear and eye,
For Thou hast made them both;
And Thou the virtue must supply
To cause a gracious growth.
5 Give me a humble, tender heart, A wise, obedient ear;
Nor let me from Thy truth depart,
Or live without Thy fear.
Sweetness of the Gospel.
1 How sweet the gospel trumpet sounds!
Its notes are grace and love;
Its echo through the world resounds
From God's bright throne above.
2 It tells the weary soul of rest;
The poor of heavenly wealth;
Of joy to heal the mourner's breast;
It brings the sin-sick health.
3 To sinners it proclaims a rich
Inheritance in heaven;
It speaks of boundless grace, by which
The vilest are forgiven.
The Truth makes Free.
1 TRUTH in its native beauty shines
Bright in the gospel page,
Where God's eternal deep designs
The eye of faith engage.
2 This page, a mirror fair and clear,
Reflects the Saviour's face;
Sinners behold His glory here,
And here they learn His grace.
3 In vain the dark, the carnal mind
Attempts the truth to scan;
Nature, at best, is only blind,
And dead the heart of man.
4 But when the Lord reveals the light,
And takes the veil away,
The soul emerges from its night, And hails the rising day. 5 This word of righteousness is stored With liberty and grace; 'Tis by the Spirit of the Lord Sinners behold His face.
6 Here may our souls for wisdom search And saving knowledge seek,
And hear the Prophet of His Church
In tones of mercy speak.
Power of the Gospel.
1 MARK the soft-falling snow,
And the diffusive rain;
To heaven, from whence it fell,
It turns not back again,
But waters earth through every pore, And calls forth all its secret store. 2 Arrayed in beauteous green,
The hills and valleys shine,
And man and beast are fed
By providence divine :
The harvest bows its golden ears,
The copious seed of future years.
3 So, saith the God of grace,
My gospel shall descend,
Almighty to effect
The purpose I intend :
Millions of souls shall feel its power,
And bear it down to millions more.
116 The Bitter Waters (Ex. xv. 23). c. M.
1 BITTER, indeed, the waters are
Which in this desert flow;
Though to the eye they promise fair,
They taste of sin and woe.
2 But there's a wonder-working wood,
I've heard believers say,
Can make these bitter waters good,
And take the curse away.
3 The virtues of this healing tree
Are known and prized by few:
Reveal the secret, Lord, to me,
That I may prize it too!
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST.
The Eternal Word.
1 ERE the blue heavens were stretched abroad, From everlasting was the Word;
With God He was; the Word was God,
And must divinely be adored.
2 By His own power were all things made;
By Him supported all things stand;
He is the whole creation's Head,
And angels fly at His command.
3 But lo! He leaves those heavenly forms; The Word descends and dwells in clay, Tha He may hold converse with worms, Dressed in such feeble flesh as they. 4 Mortals with joy behold His face, The eternal Father's only Son;
How full of truth! how full of grace! When through His eyes the Godhead shone. 5 Bless'd angels leave their high abode To learn new mysteries here, and tell The loves of their descending God, The glories of Immanuel.
1 LONG before time its round began,
Or dust was fashioned into man,
Jesus the God in council stood
Engaged to take our flesh and blood.
2 His Name and Person, both of old
Were by prophetic pens foretold;
They saw and sang the joyful morn
When the Redeemer should be born.
3 The constantly revolving spheres
Roll on, and number all the years,
Till the appointed time takes place,
And earth beholds the Saviour's face.
4 Astonished angels bowed to view
Scenes so mysterious and so new,
While from their lofty bright abode
They hailed and sang th' Incarnate God.
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