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6 Thén, hallelujah! power and praise
To God in Christ be given;
HYMN 253. C. M.
O save me for thy mercy's sake. 1
For mercy, Lord, I cry: Jesus, Redeemer, show thy face
In mercy, or I die. 2 Save me--for none beside can save;
At thy command I tread, With failing step, life's stormy wave;
The wave goes o'er my head.
But wilt thou leave me? No:
I will not let thee go.
And ever must abide;
And graven in thy side.
Thy word is all my plea;
HYMN 254. P. M.
The Image of God. 1
Glorify thyself in me;
May the world thine image see. 2 Happy only 1 thy love,
Poor, unfriended, or unknown,
Stay my heart on thee alone. 3 Humble, holy, all resign'd
To thy will-thy will be dong,
Of thy well-beloved Son
4 Connting gain and glcry loss,
May I tread the path He trod,
Rise with Him to Thee, my God.
HYMN 255. P. M. 1 ITOW sweet to reflect on those joys that await
me, In yon blissful region, the haven of rest, Where glorify'd spirits with welcome shall greet
me, And lead me to mansions prepard for the blest; Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded, My happiness perfect, my mind sky unclouded, I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight ihro' the Eden of Love. 2 While angelic legions, with harps tun'd celestial,
Jlarmoniously juin in the concert of praise, The saints, as they tluck from the regions terres
trial, In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise; The song of redemption shall echo thro' heaven, My soul will respond, to Immanuel be given All glory, all honour, all might and dominion,
Who brought us thro'grace to the Eden of Love. 3 Hail ! blessed estate! Hail ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you above! And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
“Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus's love."
HYMN 256. P. M.
I feel I'm iu his favour,
2 Poor sinners may deride me,
And unbelievers chide me,
From Jesus my friend :
And all my troubles end.
My tott'ring frame is wasting,
Impelled by his love,
To praise him above.
My body almost fainting,
From my feeble tongue.
In that immortal song.
How pleasing is the story!
Invite me to be gone.
Who’re shouting round the throne. 6 The pleasing smile of Jesus,
The rapturous sound increases,
Throughout the ethereal plains.
I sing immortal strains.
To a place would often go;
Near to Kedron's brook it lay;
And 'twas namd Gethsemane. 2 Full of love to man's lost race,
On this conflict much he thought;
And be lov'd the sacred spot.
Often in Gethsemane.
Vengeance with its iron rod
Bruis'l the harmless Lamb of God.
Grovelling in Gethsemane.
This through grace can be believ'd;
Are too vast to be conceiv'd :
Doleful dark Gethsemane. 5 Sins against a holy God,
Sins against his righteous laws-
Sins against his name and cause-
Hide me, o Gethsemane.
From my flinty, frozen heart;
Pierce it with a blood-dipt dart:
HYMN 258. P. M. 1
AM on my way to hcaven,
My sins are all forgiven; Hoy thankful, thankful, thankful am I;
Down from the holy city,
The Lord did look in pity;
My burthen for to lighten,
My evidence to brighten, And to reveal his love to me,
And thas my joys to heighten; Should earth and hell against me join,
My soul, ihey cannot frighten, For Jesus, Jesus, I find him my friend. 2 O! what a loving Saviour!
How ready to show favour
Refused evury offer,
The law it dui arrest me,
My nature did oppress me,
They sorely did distress me;
Ile heal'd my soul, and bless'd rne,
Not all this world's gay pleasure
Alords such lasting treasure
Until our body's risen,
We'll fear no bonus or prison,
Our Jesus he doth arın us,
His Spirit it doth warm is,
No enemies can harin us:
This never can alarmu,
So many sinners fleeing
Alone I shall not travel,
In spite of man or devil,