May I still enjoy this feeling In all need to Jesus go; Prove his wounds each day more healing, HYMN DCCXLVIII. God praised for his Perfections. PART I. ROBINSON, 1 MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee, May an infant lisp thy name! Lord of men, as well as angels, 2 Lord of every land and nation, 3 For the grandeur of thy nature, Works with skill and kidness wrought: 4 For thy providence that governs Through thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessing be thy gentle reign! 5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, HYMN DCCXLIX. Praise to the Redeemer. PART II. ROBINSON. 1B RIGHTNESS of the Father's glory, 2 From the highest throne in glory, Leave thy footstool, take thy throne; 1 2 3 MISCELLANEOUS. TOPLADY'S COLLECTION. LOW BLO HYMN DCCL. The Gospel Jubilee. 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 ransom'd sinners, home. Exalt the Lamb of God, The all-atoning Lamb, Through all the world proclaim; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. Ye who have sold for nought Shall have it back unbought, The Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. ANON. 5 6 Ye slaves of sin and hell, And bless'd in Jesus live: The of Jubilee is come; year Return, ye ransom'd sinners home. The gospel trumpet hear, The news of heavenly grace Ye happy souls, draw near, Behold your Saviour's face; The of Jubilee is come; year Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. Jesus our great High Priest Hath full atonement made; Ye mourning souls, be glad! The of Jubilee is come; -year Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. WHITEFIELD'S COLLECTION. 1 Now, HYMN DCCLI. Evening Hymn. from the altar of our hearts Assist us, Lord, to offer up ANON. 2 Awake, our love, awake, our joy; 3 Minutes and mercies multiply'd 4 New time, new favours, and new joys, "Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire. 5 Lord of our time, whose hand hath set Thee may we praise for all our time, 1 ANON. R HYMN DCCLII. The Pilgrim's Song. ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove; Rise, my soul, and haste away |