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Sure we oft, without repining,
Suffer much for those we love. 9 Soon this path, so dark and dreary,
Shall in fairer scenes expand;
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his word: With watching and fasting my soulwas oppress’d,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had bless'd. 2 The tokens of mercy at length did appear;
According to promise, he answer'd my prayer; And glory is open'd in floods on my soul;
Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll. 3 The news of his mercy is spreading abroad,
And sinners come crying, and weeping to God; Their mourning and praying is heard very loud,
And many find favour in Jesus's blood. 4 Here are more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy
feet, Oppress'd by a burden enorniously great Oh raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love,
And shout hallelujahs with angels above. 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 With loud acclamations of Jesus's love,
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;
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COME, saints and sinners, hear me tell
And gave me heavenly union.
2 When Jesus saw me from on higli,
Beheld my soul in rùin lie,
With God you have no union. 3 Then I began to weep and pray,
I 'ook'd this way and that to fly,
But still I found no union. 4 But when I hated all my sin,
My dear Redeemer took me in,
Ever since I felt this union.
About this heavenly union:
And praise the Lord upon the wing,
Who brought our souls to union. 7 Come, poor backslider, come away,
And mind to do as well as say,
And then you'l' feel this union. 8 0, could Like an angel sound,
Salvation through the earth around,
And spread this heavenly union. & Come, heaven and earth, unite your lays,
And give to Jesus endless praise,
To give thee heavenly union.
And quit this vale of pain and wo,
And then we'll all to glory go
And feel a perfect union.
Who groand and died upon the tree,
And feel a gracious union,
And fill the earth with union.
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1 HE gospel's joyful sound
Relief from all my fears:
And all things wear a different face. 2 Since God is reconcil'd,
I fear no dire alarms;
And clasps me in his arms.
I Father, Abba Father, cry. 3 I cannot fear the law,
Its thunders now may roar;
They can affright no more.
Apd Father, Abba Father, cry. 4 Death too has lost his sting,
And wears a siniling face:
Evin in his cold embrace.
But cannot rouse my guilty fears. 3 When through the flaming sky,
I see the judge descend,
I'll Abba Father cry,
7 No more let me return,
1 ALMoy love inspire my heart with pure - desire, Until the sacred fire my soul doth renew, s 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 amaZes, Who came from heav'n to save us, whem lost and undone; No angel 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, Till I'm called away to the mansions above: There to enjoy the treasure of unconsuming pleasure,
And shout in highest measure, hallelujahs of * love.
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The weary pilgrim's consolation;
The earnest of complete salvation.
Jesus is the pilgrim's portion:
Love is boundless as the ocean. 2 When the world and flesh would rise,
And strive to draw me from my Saviour, Strangers slight, or friends despise,
I then more highly prize his favour.
In the world I've tribulation,
But in Christ I've consolation. 3 Worldlings hold me in disdain,
Because I shun their carnal pleasure ; All in this which gives me pain,
Is, that they slight a noble treasure. But still among them, bless the Lord ! There 's some who tremble at his word; And this doth joy to me impart, 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,
Is the glad sound of free salvation.
Glorious the theme of exultation,