Sure we oft, without repining, Soon the traveller, faint and weary, HYMN 64. P. M. HOW I have long'd for the coming of God! And sought him by praying and searching his word: With watching and fasting my soul was oppress'd, 3 The news of his mercy is spreading abroad, 4 Here are more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy feet, Oppress'd by a burden enormously great Oh raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love, 5 I'll sing, and I'll shout, and I'll shout, and I'll sing; Oh God make the nations in praises to ring And carry us all to the city above. 6 We'll wait for thy chariot, it seems to draw near Oh come, my dear Saviour, let glory appear; We long to be singing and shouting above, With angels o'erwhelm'd in Jesus's love. 1 HYMN 65. P. M. COME, saints and sinners, hear me tell The wonders of Immanuel, Who sav'd me from a burning hell, 2 When Jesus saw me from on high, He look'd on me with pitying eye, With God you have no union. But still I found no union. 4 But when I hated all my sin, I prais'd the Lord both night and day, 6 I wonder why old saints don't sing, Who brought our souls to union. 10 We soon shall leave all things below, And quit this vale of pain and wo, And then we'll all to glory go And then we'll see, and hear, and know 11 There we the glorious Lamb shall see, 12 Almighty God, teach heart and tongue, 1 THE HYMN 66. P. M. HE gospel's joyful sound In Jesus I have found Relief from all my fears: Darkness to light does now give place, And all things wear a different face. 2 Since God is reconcil'd, I fear no dire alarms; And clasps me in his arms. 3 I cannot fear the law, Its thunders now may roar; They can affright no more. I hope to shout and sing, Ev'n in his cold embrace. 5 When through the flaming sky, I'll Abba Father cry, And hail him as my friend. While standing in the gospel light, There's nothing can my soul affright. 6 Now let my flowing eyes Run down with grateful tears, Has banish'd ali my fears; Beneath the galling yoke, HYMN 67. P. M. ALMIGHTY love inspire my heart with pure desire, Until the sacred fire my soul doth renew, I love the blessed Jesus, on whom each angel gazes, And symphony increases, above the ethereal blue. 2 My tender-hearted Jesus, thy love my soul ama. zes, Who came from heav'n to save us, when lost and undone; No anger could redeem us, no seraph could retrieve us, No arm could relieve us, but Jesus alone. 3 In him I have believed, he has my soul retrieved, From sin he has redeem'd my soul that was dead, And now I love my Savicur, for I am in his fa vour, And hope with him for ever, the golden streets to tread. 4 Yet here awhile I stay, in hope of that glad day, Til! I'm called away to the mansions above: There to enjoy the treasure of unconsuming pleasure, And shout in highest measure, hallelujahs of love. 1 COME HYMN 68. P. M. and taste along with me The weary pilgrim's consolation; Boundless mercy running free, The earnest of complete salvation. 2 When the world and flesh would rise, In the world I've tribulation, 3 Worldlings hold me in disdain, Is, that they slight a noble treasure. To think the Lord hath reach'd their heart. O the grace to sinners given, Peace on earth, and crowns in heaven. 4 When I'm in the house of prayer, I find with the congregation, Music sweet unto my ear, Is the glad sound of free salvation. Glorious the theme of exultation, |