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But vessels built by human skill have never
sail'd afar, Till they're found run aground on some dreadful
sandy bar. 9 The everlasting Gospel has launch'd the deep at Behold her sails suspended around her towering
masts; Around her decks, in order, the joyful sailors
stand, Crying (1 here we go, to Emmanuel's happy land! 4 To those who are spectators, what sorrow must
ensue, To have their old companions bid them a long
adieu ; The pleasures of a paradise no longer them
invite: They may rail while we sail, but we 'll soon be
out of sight. 5 We're now on the wide ocean, we bid them all
farewell, But where we shall cast anchor, no mortal tongue
can tell: About our future happiness there needs be no
debate, While we ride on the tide, with our Captain and
his Mate. We're passengers united with harmony and
love! he wind's all in our favour, how joyfully we
inove : Though troubles may surround us, and raging
billows roar, We will sweep through the deep, till we land on
GLORYING IN THE CROSS.
HYMN 119. P. M.
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying friend.
Mercy's streams, in streams of blood :
Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie,
Floating in his languid eye.
While upon the Lamb I gaze:
I'm a miracle of grace.
With my tears his feet I'll bathe:
Life deriving from his death.
In all need to Jesus go;
HYMN 120. L. M. 1
A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glories shine through endless days 2 Asham'd of Jesus! sooner far
Let evening blush to own a star:
O’er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon
Let midnight be asham'd of noon;
"Tis midnight with my soul till he,
Bright Morning Star, bids darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of heaven depend!
That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may
When I 've no guilt to wash away,
No fears to quell, no soil to save.
'Til then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not asham'd of me. 7 His institutions I will prize,
Take up my cross--the shame despise,
HYMN 121. P. M. 1 LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee my love,
I long thy salvation more fully to prove;
Because my dear Saviour for sinners did die. 2 On Zion's bright nountain this news I will tell,
The strains of redemption my bosom shall swell,
Redemption for sinners in Jesus's Dame. 3 Redemption, redemption, through Zion shall ring, In the flame of redemption, her converts shall
sing: Redemption, redemption, through Jesus's blood,
Descending from Calv'ry and runs like a flood. 4 We'll talk of redemption while we stay below,
We'll sing of redemption when upwards we go;
God. 5 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound
Pursu'd by the devil, redeniption we found;
Our hearts to redemption we'll tune ev'ry string,
ring. 6 Redemption, redemption, to him that was slain;
We'll out-sing the angels in this heavenly strain :
For men, not for angels, the Saviour did die. 7 All glory, all glory, to Jesus's name,
All wisdom and power to the spotless Lamb,
Hosanna, hosanna, through eternity.
But we'll sing redemption to Jesus our king:
HYMN 122. C. M.
bless the evening grove !
Business, and noise, and day are fled,
And ev'ry care but love.
That hath enslav'd my eyes;
Than love below the skies.
My hopes, my fears, my joys:
Shall still command my voice. 4 Some of the fairest choirs above,
Shall flock around my song,
Sound from a mortal's tongue.
And hold the falling flood, While silence site on every cough,
And bends the listining wood.
And ev'ry wounded tree,
That Jesus died for me.
7 The swains shall wonder when they read,
Inscrib'd on all the grove,
To win a mortal's love.
HYMN 123. C. M. i O'cemented, mix'd in one,
UR souls by love together knit,
"Tis heaven on earth begun;.
And glow'd with sacred fire;
A Saviour! let creation sing !
We then shall meet to part no more. 9 We're soldiers fighting for our God,
Lei trembling cowards fly;
With Christ to live and die:
We'll force our passage through; Let foes unite, and friends desert,
We'll seize the crown, our due. 3 The little cloud increases still,
The heavens are big with rain;
And all its moisture drain:
Oh pour the mighty flood;
Til all proclaim thee God.