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Bid me aspire to joys above,
And walk no more by sight. 5 Oh, let the glories of thy face
Upon my bosom shine : Assurd of thy forgiving grace, My joys will be divine.
HYMN 249. C. M. The whole World no compensation for the loss of
one Soul. Mark viii. 36. TORD, shall we part with gold for dross,
1 With solid good for show? Outlive our bliss, and mourn our loss,
In everlasting woe? 2 Let us not lose the living God,
For one short dream of joy : With fond embrace cling to a clod,
And Aling all heav'n away.
We all thy charms defy;
HYMN 250. L. M.
U To mortal joys and mortal cares;
3 All earthly joys are overweigh'd
HYMN 251. C. M.
Psalm ii. 8.
T To thine exalted Son,
Thy word of life shall run?
For thine inheritance ;
Thine empire shall advance."
Shall their Redeemer own;
And bow before his throne ? 4 Are not all kingdoms, tribes, and tongues,
Under th' expanse of heav'n, To the dominion of thy Son,
Without exception giv’n ?
Then be his name ador'd!
Hosannas to the Lord !
HYMN 252. L. M.
Prayer for the Millennium. LTOW many years has man been drivin
1 Far off from happiness and heav'n? When wilt thou, gracious Lord, restore Thy wand'ring church, to roam no more? 2 Six thousand years are nearly past, Since Adam from thy sight was cast; And ever since, his fallen race, From age to age, are void of grace. 3 When will the happy trump proclaim The judgment of the martyr'd Lamb ? When shall the captive troops be free, And keep th' eternal jubilee ! 4 Hasten it, Lord, in ev'ry land, Send thou thine angels, and command, “Go, sound deliv'rance, loudly blow Salvation to the saints below!" 5 We long to have the day appear, The promis'd great sabbatic year ; When, far from grief, and sin and hell, Israel in ceaseless peace shall dwell. 6 Till then, we will not let thee rest, Thou still shalt hear our strong request; And this our daily pray’r shall be, Lord, sound the trump of jubilee.
HYMN 253. Eights.
Christians Praying for Jews. LATHER of faithful Abra'm, hear,
T Our earnest suit for Abra'm's seed : Justly they claim the softest prayer
From us, adopted in their stead; Who mercy through their fall obtain, And Christ by their rejection gain.
2 Outcast from thee, and scatter'd wide,
Through ev'ry nation under heav'n,
Unsav'd, unpity'd, unforgiv'n:
For ever cast thine own away?
On him they pierc'd, and weep and pray? Yes, gracious Lord, thy word is past; “ All Israel shall be sav'd at last.” 4. Come then, thou great Deliv’rer, come,
The veil from Jacob's heart remove; Receive thine ancient people home,
That, quicken'd by thy dying love,
HYMN 254. L. M.
D Of those who hate and mock our praise,
4 Lead them to view a sinful heart,
HYMN 255. L. M.
And crown our efforts with thy grace ; In heathen lands thy gospel bless, And here secure its large increase. 2 Let Jews and Gentiles, bond and free, Embrace salvation, Lord, by thee; While those who now in darkness dwell, Deliv'rance sing from guilt and hell. 3 Millions there are on heathen ground, Who never heard the gospel's sound; Oh, send it forth, and let it run, Swift and reviving as the sun. 4 Oh, look on those, who stand to tell Sinners the way that leads from hell :