New-models all the carnal mind, 4 Our quickened souls awake and rise 51. SALVATION BY GRACE. 8. M. Hampton-Hobb's-Shirland. 1 Grace! 'tis a charming sound, Heaven with the echo shall resound, 2 Grace first contrived a way And all the steps that grace display, 3 Grace taught my wandering feet 4 Grace all the work shall crown It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 52. 5 and 7, THE VOICE OF FREE GRACE. or 12s. Wareham (by dividing last semibreve in each line, and repeating two lines)-Erfurt (by dividing last semibreve of each line). 1 The voice of free grace Cries, Escape to the mountain, Christ hath opened a fountain; Who hath purchased a pardon, 2 Ye souls that are wounded, O flee to the Saviour, He calls you in mercy, 3 O Jesus! ride onward, Triumphantly glorious, O'er sin, death, and hell, Thou art more than victorious; Thy name shall be praised In the great congregation, Raise the shout of salvation. 4 With joy shall we stand, We will praise him the more; Hallelujah, &c. 53. THE ETERNAL FATHER. C. M. Huntingtower-Harrington-Harborough. 1 Father! the sweetest, dearest name That men or angels know! Fountain of life, that had no fount 2 Far upward in the timeless past, 3 Lost in thy greatness, Lord, I live 4 For thy grandeur is all tenderness, The hearts that will not come to it 5 On earth thou hidest, not to scare 6 All fathers learn their craft from thee; 54. THE FATHER OF THE LORD JESUS. New London-Gloucester-Loughton. 1 Blessed be the everlasting God, Be his abounding mercy praised, C. M. 2 When from the dead he raised his Son, And called him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die. 3 To an inheritance divine He taught our hearts to rise; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, Unfading in the skies. 4 Saints by the power of God are kept We walk by faith as strangers here; 55. THE GOD OF LOVE. St. Mirren's-St. David's-Bethany. 1 Father of peace, and God of love! We own thy power to save, C. M. That power by which our Shepherd rose 2 Him from the dead thou brought'st again, 3 O may thy Spirit seal our souls, That our weak hearts no more may stray, But keep thy precepts still; 4 That to perfection's sacred height We nearer still may rise, And all we think, and all we do, Be pleasing in thine eyes. |