5 When I hear the pleasing sound

Of weeping mourners just converted, The dead 's alive, the lost is found;

The Lord hath liccled the broken hearted. My heart exults, my spirits glow, I love my Lord and brethren so: Oh, had I wings like Noah's dove, I soon would sing with those above.

Glory, honour, and salvation,

What I feel is past expression. 6 Why should I regard the frowns

of those who mock, deride, or slight ine, Soon I'll ne beneath the ground,

Beyond the reach of those who hate me: Sorrows, toils, and sufferings o'er, When once we reach that happy shore; There, with the shining hosts above, I'll sing and shout redeeming love.

Blessings there, beyond expression,

Ever roll in sweet succession.
7 Sinners, you may laugh and scorn;

Your moments lost will be lamented;
The awful day is hastening on,

When you will wish you had repented ;
Death in its embraces cold,
Will soon your mortal bodies hold ;
Then all your pleasures take their flight,
And down you'll sink to endless night ;

While you 're of that guilty number,

Your destruction doth not slumber. 8 Fellow sinner, go with ine;

My heart's enlarged to receive you;
Slight not mercy offer'd free,

Come to Jesus; he'll relicve you:
But if you offer'd grace refuse,
And will destruction ever choose ;
Unhappy soul, your guilt and blood,
Will rest on your defenceless head:

Darkness, torment, pain and sorrow,

May be yours before co-morrow. 9 Mourner, see your Saviour stand,

With arms expanding to receive you;

He spreads for you his bleeding hands,

Venture on him, he'll relieve you;
Cast all your doubts and fears aside,
The door of mercy's open wide;
The fountain flows which saves from sin,
Come now, believe, and enter in.

L'on't distrust your blessed Saviour;
Come, believe, and live for ever.

HYMN 69. C. M. D.

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The joyful news I'll tell;
The Lord hath seni salvation down,

To save our souls from hell;
The angels brought the tidings down,

To shepherds in the field,
That God to man is reconciled.
His Son to men reveal'd.
Sing glory, honour to the Lamb,

Salvation to our King ;
Let all that's wash'd in Jesu's blood,

His glorious praises sing. 2 Come, all ye poor despised souls,

Unto his fold repair;
Where God his boundless love unfolds,

And erys he'll meet us there.
His glorious presence fills our souls

With songs of loudest praise;
Let all that want a Saviour dear,

Their hearts and voices raise. 3 There's glory, glory in my soul,

It came from heaven above;
Which makes me praise my God so bold,

And his dear children love.
I'll serve the bleeding Lamb of God,

I love his ways so well,
Because his precious blood was shed

To save my soul from hell.
4 When weeping Mary came to seek

Her Lord, with a perfume,
The napkin and the sheet she found

Togeiher in the tomb;

The angel said, he is not here :

He's risen from the dead;
And streams of grace to sinners flow

As free as did his blood.

HYMN 70. P. M.
JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit,

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thy feet; The sacrifice offer, my soul, flesh and blood,

To thee my Redeemer, my Lord and my God. 2 I love thee, I love thee, I love thee my Lord,

I love thee my Saviour, I trust in thy word;
I love thee, I love thee, and that thou dost know,

But how much I love thee I never can show, 3 I'm happy, I'm happy, O wond'rous account, My joys are immortal, I stand on the mount, I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With angels my kindred, and Jesus my dear. 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, in thee I am blest,

My life and my treasure, my joy and my rest; Thy grace be my theme, and thy name be my

song Thy love doth inspire both my heart and my

tongue. 50 who is like Jesus ? he is Salem's bright king,

He smiles and he loves me, and learns me to sing: I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes loud

and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirit doth fill.

HYMN 71. P. M.

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JESUS, my Saviour, I know thou art mine,

For thee all the pleasures of earth I resign; Thou art my rich treasure, my joy and my love, Nothing richer possess'd by the angels above. Thy spirit first taught me to know I was blind, hon taught me the way of salvation to find; And when I was sinking in gloomy despair, My Jesus reliev'd me, and bid me not fear

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3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel,

The language of mortals here ever must fait;
My Jesus is precious, my soul's in a flame,

Iam rais'd into raptures while praising his name. 4 I find him in singing, he is present in prayer,

In sweet meditation he always is near;
My constant companion, may we never part,

All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart.
5 If ever I lov'd thee, 'tis now my dear Lord,

I love thy dear children, thy ways and thy word I love all creation, I love sinners too,

Since Jesus has died to redeem them from wo. 6 When happy in Jesus, I cannot forbear,

Though sinners despise me, his love to declare;
His love overwhelms me, had I wings I would fly
And praise him in mansions prepared on high.

HYMN 72. C. M.
OW sweet the name of Jesus sounds

In a believer's ear!
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds,

And drives away his fear.
2 It makes the wounded spirit whole,

And calms the troubled breast; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul,

And to the weary rest. 3 Dear name! the Rock on which I build;

My shield and hiding place; My never failing treasury, fillid

With boundless stores of grace.
4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain,

Although with sin defil'd;
Satan accuses me in vain,

And I am own'd a child.
5 Jesus! my shepherd, husband, friend,

My prophet, priest, and king;
My Lord, my life, iny way, my end,

Accept the praise I bring.
6 Weak is the effort of my heart,

And cold my warmest thought;
But when I see thee as thou art,

I'll praise thee as I ought.

JESUS, nudove thy charming name,

7 Till then I would thy love proclaim

With every fleeting breath:
And may the music of thy name
Refresh my soul in death.

HYMN 73. C. M. 1

to my
Fain would I sound it out so loud,

That earth and heav'n might hear.
Yes, thou art precious to my soul,

My transport and my trust, Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,

And gold is sordid dust.
2 O may thy grace still cheer my heart,

And shed its fragrance there!
The noblest balm of all its wounds,

The cordial of its care.
I'll speak the honours of thy name,

With my last lab'ring breath:
When speechless, clasp thee in my arms,
My joy in life and death.

HYMN 74. L. M. 1

That I Aloud in songs of praise rejoice, While I have breath to raise my voice: Then will I shout, then will I sing, And make the heavenly arches ring, I'll sing and shout for evermore,

On that eternal, happy shore. 2 O hope of glory, Jesus, come,

And make my heart thy constant home;
For the small remnant of my days
I want to sing and shout thy praise.
O give me, Lord, a heart to pray,
And live rejoicing ev'ry day;
To give thee thanks in ev'ry thing,

And sing and shout, and shout and sing. 3 When on my dying bed I lay,

Lord give me strength to shout and prayi And praise thee with my latest breath, Until my voice is lost in death.

10 GOD: my heart with love inflame,