Ascribing salvation
To God and the Lamb.
Thou, Lord, our relief
In trouble hast been,
Hast sav'd us from grief,
Hast kept us from sin;
The pow'r of thy Spirit
Hath set our hearts free,
And now we inherit
All fulness in thee.
All fulness of peace,.
All fulness of joy,
And spiritual bliss
That never
To us it is given
In Jesus to know
A kingdom of heaven,
An heaven below.
No longer we join
Where sinners invite, Or envy the swine
Their brutish delight; Their joy is all sadness, Their mirth is all vain, Their laughter is madness, Their pleasure is pain.
O may they at last
With sorrow return,
The pleasure to taste
For which they were born:
348. The Pilgrim's Song.
RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rds heav'n, thy native place:
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
Rivers to the ocean run,
Nor stay in all their course;
Fire ascending seeks the sun,
Both speed them to their source:
So a soul that's born of God"
Pants to view his glorious face,
Upwards tends to his abode,
To rest in his embrace.
Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn,
Press onward to the prize;
Soon our Saviour will return
Triumphant in the skies:
Yet a season, and you know
Happy entrance will be giv'n,
All our sorrows left below,
And earth exchang'd for heaven,
349. The Christian Armour,
SOLDIERS of Christ, arise,
And gird your armour on,
Strong in the strength which God supplies Through his eternal Son:
Strong in the Lord of hosts,
And in his mighty pow'r;
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts,
Is more than conqueror.
Stand, then, in his great might,
With all his strength endu❜d,
And take, to arm you for the fight,
The panoply of God;
That, having all things done,
And all your conflicts past,
Ye may o'ercome through Christ alone,
And stand entire at last.
Let truth the girdle be
That binds your armour on ;
In faithful, firm sincerity,
To Jesus cleave alone;
Let faith and love combine,
To guard your valiant breast;
The plate be righteousness divine,
Imputed, and impress'd.
Still let your feet be shod,
Ready his will to do;
Ready, in all the ways of God,
His glory to pursue :
Ruin is spread beneath,
The gospel shoes put on,
And safe, through' all the snares of death, To life eternal run.
Jesus hath dy'd for you!
What can his love withstand?
Your great defence he is, and who
Shall pluck you from his hand?
Believe that Jesus reigns,
All pow'r to him is giv❜n;
Believe, be free from nature's chains,
And then fly up to heav'n.
Your Rock can never shake,
Hither, he saith, come up;
The helmet of salvation take,
The confidence of hope:
Hope for his perfect love,
Hope for his people's rest,
Hope to sit down with Christ above,
And share the marriage-feast.
Brandish in faith, 'till then,
The Spirit's two-edg'd sword,
Hew all the snares of fiends and men
In pieces with the word:
Ready for all alarms,
Stedfastly set your face,
And always exercise your arms,
And use your ev'ry grace:
From strength to strength go on,
Wrestle, and fight, and pray;
Our good Guide and Saviour Hath helped thus far;And 'tis by his favour
We are what we are.
My brethren, reflect
On what we have been;
How God had
To us under sin.
When lower and lower
We every day fell,
He stretch'd forth his power,
And snatch'd us from hell.
Then let us rejoice,
And cheerfully sing,
With heart and with voice,
To Jesus our King;
Who thus far has brought us
From evil to good;
The ransom that bought us
No less than his blood.
For blessings like these
So bounteously giv'n,
For prospects of peace,
And fore-tastes of heav'n,
'Tis grateful, 'tis pleasant
To sing and adore:
Be thankful for present,
And then ask for more.
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