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But vessels built by human skill have never

sail'd afar, Till they're found run aground on some dreadful

sandy bar. 3 The everlasting Gospel has launch'd the deep at Behold her sails suspended around her towering

masts; Around her decks, in order, the joyful sailors

stand, Crying Ol here we go, to Emmanuel's happy land! 4 To those who are spectators, what sorrow must

ensue, To have their old companions bid them a long

adieu ; The pleasures of a paradise no longer them

invite : They may rail while we sail, but we 'll soon be

out of sight. 5 We're now on the wide ocean, 'we bid them all

farewell, But where we shall cast anchor, no mortal tongue !

can tell : About our future happiness there needs be no

debate, While we ride on the tide, with our Captain and

bis Mate. 6 We're passengers united with harmony and

love! The wind's all in our favour, how joyfully we

move : Though troubles may surround us, and raging

billows roar, We will sweep through the deep, till we land on

Canaan's shore.

GLORYING IN THE CROSS.

HYMN 119. P. M. 1

S
WEET the moments, rich in blessing

Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying friend.
Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood :
Precious drops my soul bedewing,

Plead and clạim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion,

Floating in his languid eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze:
Love I much? I've much forgiven,

I'in a miracle of grace.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe :
Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,

In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing;
And himself more deeply know.

HYMN 120. L. M. 1

A mortal man asham'd of thee!
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,

Whose glories shine through endless days ! 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far

Let evening blush to own a star:
He sheds the beams of light divine

O'er this benighted soul of nine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon

Løt midnight be asham'd of noon;

'Tis midnight with my soul till he,

Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend

On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
No, when I blush-be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus ! yes, I may

When I've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
No fears to quell, no soul to save.
6 Till then--nor is my boasting vain,

'Till then I boast a Saviour slain;
And O may this my glory be,

That Christ is not asham'd of me. by His institutions I will prize,

Take up my cross-the shame despise,
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.

HYMN 121. P. M.
LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee my love,

I long thy salvation more fully to prove; I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, O why?

Because my dear Saviour for sinners did die. 2 On Zion's bright mountain this news I will tell,

The strains of redemption my bosom shall swell, With angelic ardour his love I'll proclaim,

Redemption for sinners in Jesus's name. 3 Redemption, redemption, through Zion shall ring, In the flame of redemption, her converts shall

sing: Redemption, redemption, through Jesus's blood,

Descending from Calv'ry and runs like a flood. 4 We'll talk of redemption while we stay below,

We'll sing of redemption when upwards we go; When the sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd

to blood, We'll shout 'full redemption in the kingdom of

God. 3 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound,

Pursu'd by the devil, redenıption we found;

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Our hearts to redemption we'll tune ev'ry string, Through heaven's high arches redemption shall

ring. 6 Redemption, redemption, to him that was slain;

We'll out-sing the angels in this heavenly strain: Redemption to Jesus, for ever we'll cry,

For men, not for angels, the Saviour did die. 7 All glory, all glory, to Jesus's name,

All wisdom and power to the spotless Lamb,
To him that redeem'd us, the great One in Three

Hosanna, hosanna, through eternity.
8 The song of creation bright angels may sing,

But we'll sing redemption to Jesus our king: Through ages eternal these songs shall be sung While Jesus's glory inspires each tongue.

HYMN 122. C. M. 1 Swand bless the evening grove !

WEET muse descend, and bless the shade, Business, and noise, and day are fled,

And ev'ry care but love. 2 'Tis no mean beauty of the grove,

That hath enslav'd my eyes; I faint beneath a nobler wound

Than love below the skies.
3 Jesus has all my pow'rs possess'd,

My hopes, my fears, my joys:
He, the dear sov'reign of my breast,

Shall still command my voice. 4 Some of the fairest choirs above,

Shall flock around my song,
With joy to hear the name they love

Sound from a mortal's tongue.
5 His charms shall make my numbers flow;

And hold the falling flood, While silence sits on every bough,

And bends the list'ning wood.
6 I'll carve his passion on the bark,

And ev'ry wounded tree,
Shall droop, and bear some mystic mark,

That Jesus died for me.

7 The swains shall wonder when they read,

Inscrib'd on all the grove,
That heav'n itself came down and bled,

To win a mortal's love.

CHRISTIAN FELLOWSHIP.

10 cemented, mix'd in one,

HYMN 123. C. M.
UR souls by love together knit,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,

'Tis heaven on earth begun;
Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke,

And glow'd with sacred fire;
He stopp'd, and talk'd, and fed, and bless'd,
And fill'd the enlarg'd desire.

A Saviour! let creation sing!
A Saviour! let all heaven ring!
He 's God with us, we feel him ours,
His fulness in our souls he pours,
'Tis almost done-'tis almost o'er,
We 're joining those who 're gone before,

We then shall meet to part no more. 2 We're soldiers fighting for our God,

Let trembling cowards fly;
We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fix'd,

With Christ to live and die:
Let devils rage, and hell assail,

We'll force our passage through; Let foes unite, and friends desert,

We'll seize the crown, our due. 3 The little cloud increases still,

The heavens are big with rain;
We haste to catch the teeming shower,

And all its moisture drain:
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows;

Oh pour the mighty flood;
And sweep the nations, shake the earth,

Till all proclaim thee God.

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