SELECTED CHIEFLY

FOR

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

BY

JAMES HARINGTON EVANS,

MINISTER OP JOHN STREET CHAPEL.

LONDON:

JOHN F. SHAW, 27, SOUTHAMPTON ROW,

RUSSELL SQUARE.

MDCCCXXXVIII.

ODLEN

28 MAY 1953

WALTON AND MITCHELL, PRINTERS, 24, WAR DOUR STREET.

PSALMS AND HYMNS.

“Absent from the body, present with the LM Lord.”—2 Cor. v. 8. A BSENT from flesh! O blissful thought!

What unknown joys this moment brings! Freed from the mischiefs sin hath brought,

From pains and fears, and all their springs. 2 Absent from flesh! illustrious day!

Surprising scene ! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay,

And I can feel my fetters broke.
3 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,

Where feet por wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,

Meas’ring the cares and joys of time. 4 I go where God and glory shine,

His presence makes eternal day :
My all that's mortal I resign,

For angels wait and point my way. 2. “Being made a curse for us.”—Gal. iii. 13. 8.7's.

ACCURSED is the Lamb of God,
n 'Tis for man he bears the rod;
Earth and skies are veil'd in grief,
Man alone shows unbelief.

4 16 His pamat's mo

B

2 'Tis finish'd !-through creation's bound

Fly, O fly, triumphant sound;
"Tis finish’d! heav'n in gladness sings,

'Tis finish’d! earth re-echoing rings. 3 'Tis finish’d! and the toil is o’er,

The wondrous toil the Saviour bore;
From sin and death the sting he draws,

And on the cross achieves our cause. 4 'Tis finish’d! see the victor rise,

Shake off the grave and claim the skies;
The heav'ns their gates wide open fling,

And all its hosts receive their King. 5 'Tis finishd! but what sinner dare

In that triumphant hope to share ?
O Jesus, to thy cross we flee,

Our claim alone that joy to see.
6 Then we'll sing the cross, the cross,

And count all other gain but loss ;
Our claim for heaven's triumphant throne,
Assur'd in that, and that alone.

AH! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,
A That can from Jesus still depart;
And, fond of trifles, vainly rove,

Forgetful of a Saviour's love.
2 In vain we charge our thoughts to stay

And chide each vanity away ;

In vain alas ! resolve to bind

The rebel heart, the wand'ring mind. 3 Through all resolves it quickly flies,

And mocks such weak and tender ties;
There's nought beneath a pow'r divine,

That can our rebel hearts confine. 4 Jesus ! to thee we would return,

At thy dear feet repentant mourn
Anew to see thy pard’ning love,

And never from its sway remove.
5 Oh! let thy grace with sweet control

Bind all the feelings of the soul;
Bid all its vanities depart,
And ever sway this wayward heart.

A “ He was wounded for our transgressions.”- CM.

Isa. liii. 5. C. M.
A LAS! and did my Saviour bleed,
11 And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done

He groan’d upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glory in,
When God the mighty Maker died

For man the creature's sin.