3 'T was his own purpose that begun
To rescue rebels, doomed to die;
He gave us grace in Christ, his Son,
Before he spread the starry sky.
4 Jesus, the Lord, appears at last,

And makes his Father's counsels known;
Declares the great transaction past,
And brings immortal blessings down.
5 He dies, and, in that dreadful night,
Did all the powers of hell destroy;
Rising-he brought our heaven to light,
And took possession of the joy.

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The Hope of Heaven.

1 WHEN I can read my title, clear, To mansions in the skies,

I bid farewell to every fear,

And wipe my weeping eyes.

2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hell's fierce darts be hurled:
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.

3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come,
And storms of sorrow fall;
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heaven, my all ;-

4 There shall I bathe my weary soul,
In seas of heavenly rest;
And not a wave of trouble roll,
Across my peaceful breast.

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7s and 6s. Peculiar.

Pilgrim's Song.

1 RISE, my soul! and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Toward heaven, thy native place:

Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul! and haste away,

To seats prepared above.

2 Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,-
Both speed them to their source;
So a soul, that's born of God,
Pants to view his glorious face;
Upward tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.

3 Cease, ye pilgrims! cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon the Saviour will return,
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season,-and you know,
Happy entrance will be given;
All our sorrows left below,

And earth exchanged for heaven.

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Salvation by Grace.

1 LORD! we confess our numerous faults; How great our guilt has been !

Foolish and vain were all our thoughts,
And all our lives were sin.

2 But, O my soul! for ever praise,
For ever love his name,

Who turns thy feet from dangerous ways
Of folly, sin, and shame.

3 'T is not by works of righteousness
Which our own hands have done;
But we are saved by sovereign grace,
Abounding through his Son.

4 'T is from the mercy of our God,
That all our hopes begin;

'Tis by the water, and the blood,
Our souls are washed from sin.

5 'T is through the purchase of his death
Who hung upon the tree,

The Spirit is sent down, to breathe
On such dry bones as we.

6 Raised from the dead, we live anew;
And, justified by grace,

We shall appear in glory too,
And see our Father's face.

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Heavenly Joy on Earth.

1 COME, ye who love the Lord!
And let your joys be known:
Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.
2 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But children of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.
3 The men of grace have found
Glory begun below;

Celestial fruits on earthly ground
From faith and hope may grow.

4 The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heavenly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

5 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We 're marching through Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

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Redemption and Protection.

1 ARISE, my soul! my joyful powers!
And triumph in my God;

Awake, my voice! and loud proclaim
His glorious grace abroad.

2 He raised me from the deeps of sin,-
The opening gates of hell;
And fixed my standing more secure,
Than 't was before I fell.

3 The arms of everlasting love,
Beneath my soul he placed;
And on the rock of ages set
My slippery footsteps fast.
4 The city of my blest abode

Is walled around with grace;
Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.

5 Arise, my soul! awake, my voice!
And tunes of pleasure sing;
Loud hallelujahs shall address
My Saviour and my King.

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Pleasures unseen.

1 OH! could our thoughts and wishes fly,
Above these gloomy shades,

To those bright worlds, beyond the sky,
Which sorrow ne'er invades !-

2 There, joys, unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason's feeble ray,
In ever-blooming prospects rise,
Unconscious of decay.

3 Lord! send a beam of light divine,
To guide our upward aim;
With one reviving touch of thine,
Our languid hearts inflame.

4 Oh! then, on faith's sublimest wing,
Our ardent hope shall rise

To those bright scenes, where pleasures spring,
Immortal, in the skies.

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The Robe of Righteousness.

1 AWAKE, my heart! arise, my tongue
Prepare a tuneful voice;

In God, the life of all my joys,
Aloud will I rejoice.

2 'T is he adorned my naked soul,
And made salvation mine;
Upon a poor polluted worm,
He makes his graces shine.

3 And, lest the shadow of a spot
Should on my soul be found,
He took the robe the Saviour wrought,
And cast it all around.

How far the heavenly robe exceeds

What earthly princes wear!

These ornaments-how bright they shine! ·
How white the garments are!

5 Strangely, my soul! art thou arrayed
By the great sacred Three!
In sweetest harmony of praise,
Let all thy powers agree.

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The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, our souls! away, our fears! Let every trembling thought be gone; Awake-and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on.

2 True, 't is a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; But they forget the mighty God,

Who feeds the strength of every saint; 3 The mighty God, whose matchless power Is ever new, and ever young,

And firm endures while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.

4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a full supply;
While such as trust their native strength,
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love, our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amid the heavenly road.

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The Christian Race.

1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on;

A heavenly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.

2 "T is God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;

'Tis he, whose hand presents the prize
To thine aspiring eye.

3 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.