Now freed, pursues the heav'nly plains, While hence I wing the prize to win, Soon as my Saviour's voice shall cheer Waste not on me an useless care, But those poor souls ten thousands feel; Hallelujah. Ff 578. THOU Source of bliss, thou God of love, Inspire my soul to sing thy praise, The Father's love to sinful man, How was the Son's true love display'd, With men to live, for man to die, And made his mansion with the dead! The Spirit's love let angels sing, Thy influence draws my willing feet boundless love! be this my theme While all the springs of comfort fail, While wither'd gourds their heads shall droop, And light thro' darkness cease to beam: The rainbow on dark clouds doth shine, The God of love sustains my hope! Hallelujah. The God of love! transporting name! O love divine! to worms like me! Shall see thy face, and sing thy love FINIS. POINTING OUT THE FIRST LINE OF EACH ALL people that on earth do dwell Arise, my soul, with wonder see..... All ye that pass by.... Awake, O sword, the Father cries.... All hail the pow'r of Jesu's name.. A debtor to mercy alone... Away my unbelieving fear... Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.. And must I part with all I have.... Awake and sing the song... And will the great eternal God... As the sun's enliv'ning eye............. Page. 49 437 59 61 78 80 114 144 116 117 181 214 219 221 222 222 223 224 225 311 312 381 293 373 |