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 last;/

Behold her sails suspended around her towering masts;

Around her decks, in order, the joyful sailors stand,

Crying O! 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 his 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.

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HYMN 119. P. M.

1 SWEET 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 claim 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'm 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;

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Prove his wounds each day more healing;
And himself more deeply know.

HYMN 120. L. M.

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JESUS! and shall it ever 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 mine.
3 Asham'd of Jesus! just as soon
Let 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. 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.

5 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound, Pursu'd by the devil, redemption we found;

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.

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HYMN 122. C. M.

WEET muse descend, and bless the shade,
And bless the evening grove!

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.

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HYMN 123. C. M.

UR souls by love together knit,
Cemented, mix'd in one,

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.