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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

Canaan's shore.

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HYMN 119. P. M.
WEET the moments, rich in blessing


Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying friend.
Here I 'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy's streams, in streams of blood :
Precious drops my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God. 2 Truly blessed is this station,

Low before his cross to lie,
While I sce divine compassion,

Floating in his languid eye.
Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze:
Love I much ? I've much forgiven,

I'm a miracle of grace.
3 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears his feet I'll bathe:
Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,

In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing;
And himself more deeply know.

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:
He sheds the beams of light divine

O’er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon

Let midnight be asham'd of noon;

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"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!
No, when I blush-be this my shame,

That I no more revere his name. 5 Asham'd of Jesus! yes, I may

When I 've no guilt to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,

No fears to quell, no soil to save.
8 'Till then-nor is my boasting vain,

'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,
Dare to defend his noble cause,
And yield obedience to his laws.

HYMN 121. P. M. 1 LOVE thee, I love thee, I love thee my love,

I long thy salvation more fully to prove;
I love thee, I love thee, I love thee, O why?

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,
With angelic ardour his love I'll proclaim,

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;
When the sun shall be darken'd, the moon turn'd

to blood,
We'll shout full redemption in the kingdom of

God. 5 When sinking in sorrow free grace did abound

Pursu'd by the devil, redeniption we found;

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Our hearts to redemption we'll tune ev'ry string,
Through heaven's high arches redemption shall

ring. 6 Redemption, redemption, to him that was slain;

We'll out-sing the angels in this heavenly strain :
Redemption to Jesus, for ever we'll cry,

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,
To him that redeem'd us, the great One in Three

Hosanna, hosanna, through eternity.
8 The song of creation bright angels may sing,

But we'll sing redemption to Jesus our king:
Through ages eternal these songs shall be sung
While Jesus's glory inspires each tongue.

HYMN 122. C. M.
WEET muse descend, and bless the shade,


bless the evening grove !

Business, and noise, and day are fled,

And ev'ry care but love.
2 'Tis no mean beauty of the grove,

That hath enslav'd my eyes;
I faint beneath a nobler wound

Than love below the skies.
3 Jesus has all my pow'rs possess'd,

My hopes, my fears, my joys:
He, the dear sov'reign of my breast,

Shall still command my voice. 4 Some of the fairest choirs above,

Shall flock around my song,
With joy to hear the name they love

Sound from a mortal's tongue.
5 His charms shall make my numbers flow;

And hold the falling flood, While silence site on every cough,

And bends the listining wood.
6 I'll carve his passion on the bark,

And ev'ry wounded tree,
Shall droop, and bear some mystic mark,

That Jesus died for me.

7 The swains shall wonder when they read,

Inscrib'd on all the grove,
That heav'n itself came down and bled,

To win a mortal's love.


HYMN 123. C. M. i O'cemented, mix'd in one,

UR souls by love together knit,
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice,

"Tis heaven on earth begun;.
Our hearts have burn'd while Jesus spoke,

And glow'd with sacred fire;
He stopp'd, and talk'd, and fed, and bless'd,
And fill'd the enlarg'd desire.

A Saviour! let creation sing !
A Saviour! let all heaven ring!
He's God with us, we feel him ours,
His fulness in our souls he pours,
"Tis almost done-'tis almost o'er,
We're joining those who 're gone before,

We then shall meet to part no more. 9 We're soldiers fighting for our God,

Lei trembling cowards fly;
We'll stand unshaken, firm, and fix'd,

With Christ to live and die:
Let devils rage, and hell assail,

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;
We haste to catch the teeming shower,

And all its moisture drain:
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows;

Oh pour the mighty flood;
And sweep the nations, shake the earth,

Til all proclaim thee God.

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