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Sure we oft, without repining.
Suffer much for those we love. 9 Soon this path, so dark and dreary,
Shall in fairer scenes expand; Soon the traveller, faint and weary, Shall behold the promis'd land.
HYMN 64. P. M. 10 Hond Johave long's
for the coming of God! And sought him by praying and searching
his word: With watching and fasting my soul was oppressid,
Nor would I give over till Jesus had bless'd. 2 The tokens of mercy at length did appear;
According to promise, he answer'd my prayer;
Salvation from Zion's beginning to roll.
And sinners come crying, and weeping to God; Their mourning and praying is heard very loud, .
And many find favour in Jesus's blood. 4 Here are more, my dear Saviour, who fall at thy
feet, Oppress'd by a burden enorniously great Oh raise them, my Jesus, to tell of thy love,
And shout hallelujahs with angels above. 5 I'll sing, and I'll shout, and I'll sbout, and 17
sing; Oh God make the nations in praises to ring With loud acclamations of Jesus's love,
And carry us all to the city above. 6 We'll wait for thy chariot, it seems to draw near
Oh come, my dear Saviour, let glory appear;
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Who sav'd me from a burning hell,
And gave me heavenly union.
2 When Jesus saw me from on high,
Beheld my soul in ruin lie,
With God you have no union. 3 Then I began to weep and pray,
I look'd this way and that io fly,
But still I found av union. 4 But wher i aated all my sin,
My dear redeemer took me in,
Ever since I felt this union.
About this heavenly union.
And praise the Lord upon the wing,
Who brought our souls to union. 7 Come, poor backslider, come away,
And mind to do as well as say,
And then you'll feel this union. 8 O, could I like an angel sound,
Salvation through the earth around,
And spread this heavenly union. ! Come, heaven and earth, unite your lays,
And give to Jesus endless praise,
To give thee heavenly union.
Aud quit this vale of pain and wo,
And then we'll all to glory go
And feel a perfect union.
And feel a gracious union. 12 Almighty God, teach heart and tungue, To thee to raise a grateful song, All praises to thy name belong, Let Zion sing, thy kingdom come,
And fill the earth with union.
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Is music to iny ears;
Relief from all my fears:
And all things wear a different face. 2 Since God is reconcil'd,
I fear no dire alarms;
And clasps me in his arms.
I Faiher, Abba Father, cry. 3 I cannot fear the law,
Its thunders now may roar;
They can affrighit no more.
Apr Father, Abba Father, cry. 4 Death too has lost his sting,
And wears a siniling face:
Evin in his cold embrace.
But cannot rouse my yuilty fears. 5 When through the flaming sky,
I see the judge descend,
I'll Abba Father cry,
And haii him as my friend.
There 's nothing can my soul affright. 6 Now let my flowing eyes
Run down with grateful tears,
Has banish'd ali my fears;
When I express the heav'n-born cry. 7 No more let me return,
Beneath the galling yoke,
Which grace divine has broke.
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ALMIGHTY love inspire my heart with pure
Until the sacred fire my soul doth renew,
gazes, And symphony increases, above the ethereal bine. 2 My tender-hearted Jesus, thy love my soul ama.
zes, Who came from heav'n to save us, when lost
and undone; No anger could redeem us, no seraph could re
trieve us, No arm could relieve us, but Jesus alone. 3 In him I have believed, he has my soul retrieved,
From sju he has redeem'd my soul that was dead, And now I love my Savicur, for I am in his fa
vour, And hope with him for ever, the golden streets to
tread. Yet here a while I stay. in hope of that glad day, Till I'm called away to the mansions above: There to enjoy the treasure of unconsuming
pleasure, And out in highest measure, hallelujabs or
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The weary pilgrim's consolation;
The' earnest of complete salvation.
Jesus is the pilgrim's portion:
Love is houndless as the ocean. 2 When the world and flesh would rise,
And strive to draw me from my Saviour,
I then more highly prize his favour.
In the world I've tribulation,
But in Christ I've consolation, 3 Worldlings hold me in disdain,
Because I shun their carnal pleasure ; All in this which gives me pain,
Is, that they slight a noble treasure. But still among them, bless the Lord ! There's some who tremble at his word; And this doth joy to me impart, To think the Lord hath reach'd their heart
O the grace to sinners given,
Peace on earth, and crowns in heaven. 4 When I'm in the house of prayer,
I find with the congregation,
Is the glad sound of free salvation.
Glorious the theme of exultation