1 Ye who know your sins forgiven, And are happy in the Lord, Have you read that gracious promise,

Which is left upon record; I will sprinkle you with water, I will cleanse you from all sin: Sanctify and make you holy, I will dwell and reign within? 2 Tho' you have much peace and comfort,

Greater things you yet may find, Freedom from unholy tempers, Freedom from the carnal mind. To procure your perfect freedom Jesus suffered, groaned, and died, On the cross the healing fountain, Gushed from his wounded side.

4 Wake up brother, wake up sinner,
Seek, O seek this holy state;
None but holy ones can enter
Thro' the pure celestial gate.
Can you bear the tho't of losing
All the joys that are above?
God will perfect you in love.
No, my brother, no, dear sinner,

Safety of Zion.

1 Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God;

He, whose word can ne'er be broken
Chose thee for his own abode.

Lord, thy church is still thy dwelling,
Still is precious in thy sight;
Judah's temple far excelling,
Beaming with the gospel's light.

2 On the rock of ages founded,
What can shake her sure repose?
With salvation's wall surrounded,
She can smile at all her foes.
Glorious things of thee are spoken,
Zion, city of our God;

He, whose word can ne'er be broken,
Chose thee for his own abode.

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Thou art not, like them, untrue; And while thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me,

Show thy face and all is bright.
3 Go, then, earthly fame and trea-

sure,
Come, disaster, scorn, and pain-
In thy service pain is pleasure-
With thy favor loss is gain.

All must work for good to me. 4 Haste thee on from grace to glory. Armed by faith, and winged by prayer

Heaven's eternal day before thee, God's own hand shall guide the there.

Soon shall close thy earthly mission, Soon shall pass thy pilgrim days, Hope shall change to glad fruition. Faith to sight, and prayer to praise

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Or pierce to either pole!
2 The world can never give
The bliss for which we sigh;
'Tis not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.

3 Beyond this vale of tears,
There is a life above;
Unmeasured by the flight of years,
And all that life is love.

4 There is a death, whose pang
Outlasts the fleeting breath:
Oh what eternal horrors hang
Around "the second death!"
5 Thou God of truth and grace!
Teach us that death to shun;
Lest we be banished from thy face,
For ever more undone. [5*]

Praise.

1 Come, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the gracious God,
The universal King.

2 He formed the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Glory to God on high,
All hail the happy morn:
And sing-"The Saviour's born!"
We join the anthems of the sky-
4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

grace.

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears,
Received on Calvary;
They pour effectual prayers,
They strongly speak for me:
Forgive him, O forgive, they cry,
Nor let that ransomed sinner die.

4 The Father hears him pray,
His dear anointed one;
He cannot turn away
The presence of his Son;
His Spirit answers to the blood,
And tells me I am born of God.

5 To God I'm reconciled,
His pard'ning voice I hear:
He owns me for his child,
I can no longer fear:

With confidence I now draw nigh,
And Father, Abba, Father, cry.

The Gospel's Voice.
1 Ye dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and woe,
The gospel's voice attend,
While Jesus sends to you;
Ye perishing and guilty, come!
In Jesus' arms there yet is room.

2 No longer now delay,
Nor vain excusee frame;
He bids you come to-day,
Tho' poor, and blind, and lame,

The year of Jubilee. 1 Blow ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound; Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound; The year of Jubilee is come: Return, ye ransomed sinners home. 2 The gospel trumpet, hear, The news of heavenly grace; Ye happy sours, draw near, Behold your Saviour's face; The year of Jubilee is come, Return to your eternal home. 3 Extol the Lamb of God, The sin-atoning Lamb; Redemption in his blood, Throughout the world proclaim: The year of Jubilee is come, Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.

Strength from Heaven.
To aim the dreadful blow,
1 By whom was David taught
When he Goliah fought,
And laid the Gittite low?

No sword or spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
2 'Twas Israel's God and King
Who sent him to the fight,
Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright; [dures,
Ye feeble saints your strength en-
Because young David's God is yours
3 Who ordered Gideon forth,
To storm th' invaders' camp,
With arms of little worth:

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room.

3 Compelled by bleeding love,
Ye wandering souls draw near;
Christ calls you from above:
His charming accents hear;
Let whosoever will, now come;
In mercy's arms there still is room.

14 O! I have seen the day,
When with a single word,
God helping me to say,
My trust is in the Lord,

My soul has quelled a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.