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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.
Your moments lost will be lamented;
When you will wish you had repented ;
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;
Come to Jesus; he'll relicve you:
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;
L'on't distrust your blessed Saviour;
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The joyful news I'll tell;
To save our souls from hell;
To shepherds in the field,
Salvation to our King ;
His glorious praises sing. 2 Come, all ye poor despised souls,
Unto his fold repair;
And erys he'll meet us there.
With songs of loudest praise;
Their hearts and voices raise. 3 There's glory, glory in my soul,
It came from heaven above;
And his dear children love.
I love his ways so well,
To save my soul from hell.
Her Lord, with a perfume,
Togeiher in the tomb;
The angel said, he is not here :
He's risen from the dead;
As free as did his blood.
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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;
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.
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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
3 In vain I attempt to describe what I feel,
The language of mortals here ever must fait;
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;
All glory to Jesus, he dwells in my heart.
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;
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In a believer's ear!
And drives away his fear.
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.
Although with sin defil'd;
And I am own'd a child.
My prophet, priest, and king;
Accept the praise I bring.
And cold my warmest thought;
I'll praise thee as I ought.
JESUS, nudove thy charming name,
7 Till then I would thy love proclaim
With every fleeting breath:
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That earth and heav'n might hear.
My transport and my trust, Jewels to thee are gaudy toys,
And gold is sordid dust.
And shed its fragrance there!
The cordial of its care.
With my last lab'ring breath:
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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;
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,