1 And when from death I'm free, I'll sing and joy ful be; And through eternity I'll sing on, &c W HYMN 263. P. M. 1 WHEN souls are first converted, They trust in God alone, 2 The world, the flesh, and Satan, The Saviour now inquires, And just are going to rise; 4 In hopes of that bright morning, Our most desired home- A HYMN 264. P. M. FOUNTAIN in Jesus which runs always free; For washing and cleansing such sinners as we; Our sins, though like crimson, made white as the wool, No lack in the fountain, but always is full. 2 All things are now ready, he invites us to come The supper is made by the Father and Son; Rich bounties, rich dainties, here we may receive A living for ever, if we will believe. 3 The guests which were bidden, refused the call, For they were not ready nor willing at all, To be stripp'd of their honour and part with their store, For a feast that was given and made for the poor. 4 If they are not ready and wish to delay, My house shall be filled, the Father doth say: The highways and hedges, the halt and the blind, Shall come and be welcome, the supper is mine. 5 He decks us with jewels, and rings of rich kind, A garment not woven, but richly refin'd: Redeemed by Jesus, made heirs with the King, HYMN 265. S. M. 1A WAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb; Wake, ev'ry heart and every tongue, 2 Sing of his dying love; Sing of his rising pow'r; 3 Sing, till we feel our heart Ascending with our tongue; "Ye blessed children come;" And take his wand'rers home. 1 6 Soon shall our raptur'd tongue HYMN 266. P. M. The Preacher's Adieu. ADIEU, my dear brethren, adieu, Reluctant I give you my hand, No more to assemble with you, Till we on mount Zion shall stand. My heart swells with tender regret, To leave your embraces so soon, Though heaven my course must direct, And others succeed in my room. 2 Your acts of benevolence past, Your gentle compassionate love, Henceforth in my mem'ry shail last, Though far from your sight I remove. While roving the wilds of the west, When through foreign regions I steer, Still friendship inspiring my breast, Shall then drop her own native tear. 3 Our labours will shortly subside, For vigour and life must decay, But wisdom and truth shail abide, To pilot our souls on the way. As time rolls his seasons around. And truth shall new teachers inspire, O may we in love still abound, And after new conquests aspire. 4 Our seasons of converse are o'er, Till mortal commotions are past Till nature and time are no more, Or we are in Paradise blest. Sweet comforting spirit draw near, And shed forth thy luminous rays, My parting reflections to cheer, And change lamentations to praise. 5 O may we conform to his will, Aspiring for glory and peace, Our covenant vows to fulfil, Till Jesus shall sign our release. 1 Till suddenly wafted above, Where saints in sweet harmony meet, To feel all the pleasures of love, And each happy conqueror greet. HYMN 267. P. M Sweet Home. N alien from God, and a stranger to grace, Awander through earth, its gay pleasures to trace; In the pathway of sin I continued to roam, O Saviour! direct me to heaven my home. The saints in those mansions are ever at home. O Jesus, conduct me to heaven my home! O when shall I share the fruition of home! 5 The days of my exile are passing away, And dwell in my presence for ever at home. O there I shall rest with the Saviour at home. 6 Affliction, and sorrow, and death shall be o'er The saints shall unite to be parted no more; 1 There loud hallelujahs fill heaven's high dome, They dwell with the Saviour for ever at home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, They dwell with the Saviour for ever at home. W HYMN 258. P. M. HEN by sin overwhelm'd, shame covers our face, We look unto Jesus, who saves us by grace; We call on his name, from the gulf of despair, And he plucks us from hell, in answer to prayer: Prayer, sweet prayer, Be it ever so feeble, there's nothing like prayer. 2 When trials afflict us, and sorrows o'erflow, When patience is weary, or sunk into wo, If to him we look, on him cast our care, We find certain relief, in answer to prayer: Prayer, sweet prayer, In all our distresses, there's nothing like prayer. 3 When God we approach, through the Son of his love, Both his mercy and truth we know we shall prove; For our comfort and peace, his arm is made bare, And his grace we receive, in answer to prayer: Prayer, sweet prayer, Be it ever so humble, there's nothing like prayer. 4 Holy Spirit of truth,-'tis thine to inspire, The faith that enkindles the spark of desire! Which cleanses the heart and perfumes all the air, With the odour of incense, ascending from prayer Prayer, sweet prayer, In all acts of devotion, there's nothing like prayer! 5 When sickness assails, and to death we draw near, We'll face the grim monster, divested of fear, In Jesus's love, we shall have a full share, While the flame is kept bright in answer to prayer; Prayer, sweet prayer, Both in life and in death there's nothing like prayer! |