Christ's Commission. John iii. 16, 17.
COME happy souls, approach your God
With new melodious songs;
Come, tender to almighty grace
The tribute of your tongues.
2 So strange, so boundless was the love That pity'd dying men,
The Father sent his equal Son To give them life again.
Thy hands, dear Jesus! were not arm'd With a revenging rod,
No hard commission to perform
The vengeance of a God.
4 But all was mercy, all was mild, And wrath forsook the throne, When Christ on the kind errand came, And brought salvation down.
5 Here, sinners, you may heal your wounds, And wipe your sorrows dry;
Trust in the mighty Saviour's name, And you shall never die.
6 See, dearest Lord, our willing souls Accept thine offer'd grace;
We bless the great Redeemer's love, And give the Father praise.
220. S. M. Dr. Watts.
RAISE your triumphant songs
To an immortal tune,
Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.
£ Sing how eternal love
Its chief beloved chose,
And bid him raise our wretched race From their abyss of woes.
8 His hand no thunder bears,
Nor terror clothes his brów, No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below.
4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throue, And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doom'd to die.
5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer'd peace.
6 Lord, we obey thy cal!; We lay an humble claim
To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name.
221. P. M. Mr. Wesley.
Christ the Friend of Sinners.
1 WHERE shall my wond'ring soul begin
How shall I all to heav'n aspire? A slave redeem'd from death and sin, A braud pluck'd from eternal fire? How shall I equal triumphs raise, And sing my great deliverer's praise? 2 O how shall I thy goodness tell,
Father, which thou to me hast show'd That a child of wrath and hell,
1 should be call'd a child of God! Should know my every sin forgiv❜n; Blest with the antepast of heav'n. 3 And shall I slight my father's love? Or basely fear his gifts to own, Unmindful of his favours prove? Shail I, the hallow'd cross to shun, Refuse to tell how good thou art, Or hide thy blessings in my heart? 4 No; though the ancient dragon rage, And call forth all his hosts to war, Though all the sons of men engage, Imbolden'd by thy love, I dare Jesus, the sinner's friend, proclaim; Jesus, to sinners still the same.
5 Let all attend the Saviour's word: Sinners, the gift divine receive: Attend the message from the Lord, Lift up your down-cast eyes, and live. Look unto Christ, and happy be, In time and to eternity.
242. C. M. Mr. Wesley.
Christ worthy of Praise. FOR a thousand tongues to sing My dear Redeemer's praise! The glories of my God and king, The triumphs of his grace.
2. Jesus, the name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears, Tis life, and health, and peace.
He breaks the pow'r of cancell'd sin; He sets the pris'ners free;
His blood can make the foulest clean, His blood avail'd for me.
4 Look unto him, ye nations, own Your God, ye fallen ráce:
Look and be sav'd through faith alone, Be justify'd by grace.
JESUS, the spring of joy divine,
Whence all our hopes and comforts flow: Jesus, no other name but thine
Çan save us from eternal woe.
2 In vain would boasting reason find
The way to happiness and God; Her weak directions leave the mind Bewilder'd in a dubious road.
3 No other name will heav'n approve, Thou art the true, the living way, Ordain'd by everlasting love, To the bright realms of endless day
4 Safe lead us through this world of night, And bring us to the blissful plains, The regions of unclouded light, Where perfect joy for ever reigns.
224. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Christ superior to Moses; or, the Works of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xv. 3.
1 HOW strong thine arm is, mighty God!
Who would not fear thy name!
Jesus, how sweet thy graces are! Who would not love the Lamb? 2 He has done more than Moses did, Our Prophet and our King; From bonds of hell he freed our souls, And taught our lips to sing.
3 In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand, Th' Egyptian host was drown'd; But his own blood hides all our sins, And guilt no more is found.
4 When through the desert Israel went, With manna they were fed; Our Lord invites us to his flesh, And calls it living bread.
5 Moses beheld the promis'd land, Yet never reach'd the place!
But Christ shall bring his followers home To see his Father's face.
6 Then will our love and joy be full, And feel a warmer flame: And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb.
225. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. WOW to the Lord a noble song!
1 Now, my soul, awake, my tongue:
Hosanna to th' eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim! 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of his grace; God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth and spreading flood, Proclaim the wise and powerful God; And thy rich glories from afar, Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star. 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of thine hands: The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. 5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name! Ye angels, dwell upon the sound; Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground! 6 Oh, may I reach the happy place Where he unveils his lovely face! Where all his beauties you behold, And sing his name to harps of gold! 226. C. M. Dr. Watts. The Sacrifice of Christ.
Hots are ne'er hath found OW is our nature spoil'd by sin!
The way to make the conscience clean, Or heal the painful wound.
In vain we seek for peace with God, By methods of our own:
Jesus! there's nothing but thy blood Can bring us near thy throne.
3 The threat'nings of the broken law Impress our souls with dread:
If God his sword of vengeance draw, It strikes our spirits dead.
But thy illustrious sacrifice
Hath answer'd these demands; And peace and pardon from the skies Come down by Jesus' hands.
5 Here all the ancient types agree, The altar and the Lamb;
And prophets, in their visions, see Salvation through his name.
6 'Tis by thy death we live, O Lord; 'Tis on thy cross we rest: For ever be thy love ador'd, Thy name for ever blest.
227. C. M. Dr. Watts.
WHERE shall the guilty conscience go
To find a sure relief?
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