Take comfort, Christians, when your friends
That awful day will surely come
The day is past and gone
Thee we adore, Eternal name The flow'ry spring at God's command The grave is now a favor'd spot The Lord my pasture shall prepare The Lord, the Judge, before his throne The Lord will happiness divine There is a fountain filled with blood There is a God who reigns above.
There is a land of pure delight
The Savior calls, let every ear
The time is short, the season near
Thine earthly Sabbaths, Lord, we love
This is the day the Lord hath made This is the day when Christ arose This is the word of truth and love Thou only Sovereign of my heart Through all the changing scenes of life Through sorrow's night and danger's path Through this wide wilderness I roam Thus far my God hath led me on Thus far the Lord has led me on
'Tis a point I long to know "Tis by the faith of joys to come 'Tis finished, so the Savior cried
'Tis my happiness below
"Tis past, the dreadful stormy night
"Tis religion that can give
To thee, before the dawning light.
"Twas when the seas with horrid roar
Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear Vital spark of heavenly flame Wait, O! my soul, thy Maker's will
Watchman! tell us of the night We give immortal praise. Welcome! delightful morn Welcome! sweet day of rest "We've no abiding city here" What equal honors shall we bring What jarring natures dwell within What scenes of horror and of dread
When I can read my title clear
When I survey the wond'rous cross When languor and disease invade When marshalled on the nightly plain When on the cross my Lord I see When with my mind devoutly pressed Where'er the Lord shall build my house Where two or three, with sweet accord While I to grief my soul gave way While life prolongs its precious light
While Shepherds watch'd their flocks by night
While with ceaseless course the sun
Whilst thee I seek, protecting Power
Whither goest thou Pilgrim Stranger Why is my heart so far from thee Why should I love my sport so well Why should I say, 'tis yet too soon With grateful hearts and tuneful lays With humble heart and tongue With tears of anguish I lament Ye angels who stand round the throne Ye hearts with youthful vigor warm Ye humble souls! approach your God Ye sons of men, with joy record Yes! the Redeemer rose
Ye that pass by, behold the man Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor
1. Excellency of the Bible. C. M. 1 FATHER of mercies! in thy word What endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name ador'd, For these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find:
Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast; Sublimer sweets than nature knows, Invite the longing taste.
4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice Spreads heavenly peace around; And life, and everlasting joys, Attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heavenly pages be My ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see, And still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Savior there.
2. Value of the Bible. 7's
HOLY Bible, Book divine;
Precious treasure! thou art mine: Mine to tell me whence I came; Mine to teach me what I am:
2 Mine to chide me when I rove; Mine to shew a Savior's love: Mine art thou, to guide my feet; Mine to judge, condemn, acquit: 3 Mine to comfort in distress, If the Holy Spirit bless: Mine to shew, by living faith, Man can triumph over death! 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, And the rebel-sinner's doom:- O thou precious Book divine! Precious treasure! thou art mine.
3. The Bible precious. 8, 7.
PRECIOUS Bible! what a treasure
Does the Word of God afford!
All I want for life or pleasure,
Food and Med'cine, Shield and Sword: Let the world account me poor; Having this I need no more.
2 Food, to which the world 's a stranger, Here my hungry soul enjoys; Of excess there is no danger, Though it fills, it never cloys: On a dying Christ I feed, He is meat and drink indeed!
4. The Bible precious. C. M. HOW precious is the book divine, By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine, To guide our souls to heaven.
2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears;
Life, light, and joy, it still imparts, And quells our rising fears.
3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way,
Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day.
5. Power of the Gospel. L. M. THIS is the word of truth and love,
Sent to the nations from above;
Jehovah here resolves to show What his almighty grace can do. 2 This remedy did wisdom find, To heal diseases of the mind; This sover'ign balm, whose virtues can Restore the ruin'd creature, man.
3 The Gospel bids the dead revive; Sinners obey the voice, and live;
Dry bones are rais'd, and cloth'd afresh, And hearts of stone are turn'd to flesh. 4 Where Satan reign'd in shades of night The Gospel strikes a heav'nly light; Our lusts its wondrous power controls, And calms the rage of angry souls. 5 Lions, and beasts of savage name, Put on the nature of the Lamb;
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