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2 Once we were fall n, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless wo;
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
And spread around his heavenly light !
To souls impoverish'd and undone!
A bright inheritance as ours;
Glad tidings to our ears,
A cordial for our fears.
At hell's dark door we lay;
And see a heavenly day. 3 Salvation ! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around; While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
To Thee the praise belongs:
Chorus, for the end of each verse.
Awake the sacred song!
Tune every heart and tongue.
What mortal tongue display! Imagination's utmost stretch
In wonder dies away. 3 He left his radiant throne on high,
Left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
Was ever love like this? 4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
Our humble thanks to thee, May every heart with rapture say,
“ The Saviour died for me."
Fill every heart and tongue;
Tune my heart to grateful lays; Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 2 Teach me some melodious measure,
Sung by raptur'd saints above; Fill my soul with sacred pleasure,
While i sing redeeming love.
Wand'ring from the fold of God;
Didst redeem me with thy blood, 4 By thy hand restord, defended,
Safe through life thus far I'm come; Safe, O Lord, when, life is ended, Bring me to my heavenly home.
Titus iii. 4-7.
For ever love his name,
Of folly, sin and shame.
Which in our works we place; Salvation from a higher source
Flows to our fallen race. 3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ;
That all, our hopes begin;ivib Its ai boos His mercy sav'd our souls from death, sais
And wash'd us from our sin. avaliain 4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed,
His sacred fire imparts,
Enkindles in our hearts..
6 Thus rais'd from death, we live anew;
And, justified by grace, We hope in glory to appear, And see our Father's face,
Unconscious of its load!
To happiness and God.
In paths of ruin stray: Reason debas'd can never find
The safe, the narrow way. 3 Can aught beneath a power divine
The stubborn will subdue ? 'Tis thine, Almighty Saviour, thine
To form the heart anew, 4 'Tis thine the passions to recall,
And upwards bid them rise; And make the scales of error fall
From reason's darken’d eyes.
Ard bid the sinner live;
'Tis thine alone to give.
And give them life divine!
On thee my hope depends, Convinc'd that every perfect gift
From thee alone descends. 2 Mercy and grace are thine alone,
And pow'r and wisdom too ; Without the Spirit of thy Son
We nothing good can do.
Our good is all divine;
And righteous word is thine.
The pow'r on thee to call,
Our God is ali in all.
(IIL 1.) I SING, my soul, his wondrous love,
Who, from yon bright throne above,
Still to man extends his grace.
All is by his sceptre sway'd ;
So much love to us below ? 3 God, the merciful and good,
Bought us with the Saviour's blood;
Guides us by his Spirit pure.
Let his glory be thy theme:
(8. M.) 1 GRACE! 'tis a charming sound!
Harmonious to the ear;
And all the earth shall hear.
To save rebellious man, i
Which drew the wondrous plan. 3 Grace guides my wand'ring feet
To tread the heavenly road,
While pressing on to God.
Through everlasting days; inbs p ;.
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' HYMN 24.3.!!! (8. Ma) 1 LIKE Noah's weary dove, bile I jutros
That soar'd the earth around, 741,73 !!, But not a resting place above i
The cheerless waters found ; 18.112!1 2 O cease, my wand'ring soul,
On restless wing to roam;
3 Behold the Ark of God,
Behold the open door; Hasten to gain that dear abode,
And rove, my soul, no more. 4 There, safe thou shalt abide,
There, sweet shall be thy rest, And every longing satisfied,
With full salvation blest.
Again the earth shall fill,
Then rest on Zion's hill.
HYMN 25. 1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy Church, O God!
Her walls before thee stand,
And graven on thy hand. 3 If e'er to bless thy sons,
My voice or hands deny,
This voice in silence die. 4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her wo,
And every grief o'erflow. 5 For her my tears shall fall;
For her my pray’rs ascend;
Till toils and cares shall end. 6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour and our King,
Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n
And brighter bliss of heaven.