He's one in the Lord, and in him he abides, United together in heart. 4
The time is now fixed, and soon it will come, When Christ will his messenger sendTo fetch him from Meshech, & carry him home; And then all his sorrows will end.
MIGHTY to save is Christ the Lamb;
Let all the saints adore his name,
And make his goodness known;
With one accord proclaim abroad,
The wonders of their Saviour, God,
Whose blood did once atone.
2 Mighty to save! nor all sin's power
Can hold the sinner in that hour
When Jesus calls him home;
Nor Moses, with his iron rod,
Can keep the trembling soul from God,
When the set time is come.
3 [Mighty to save! he saves from hell:
A mighty Saviour suits me well;
A helpless wretch am I ;
With sin oppress'd, by law condemn'd,
With neither feet nor legs to stand,
Nor wings from wrath to fly.]
4 [Mighty to save! he saves from death:
O may I, with my latest breath,
His mighty power proclaim.
Ye sinners lost, and wretched too,
He came to save such worms as you,
And mighty is his name.]
5 [Mighty to save! let Zion sing
The honours of her God and King,
Whose love no change can know;
With cheerful hearts, and cheerful voice,
We'll in the mighty God rejoice,
And sing his praise below.]
6 And when the icy hand of death,
Shall steal away our mortal breath,
Our joy shall still increase;
Yes, with a loud immortal tongue,
We'll sing, and Christ shall be our song,
In realms of endless peace.
JESUS is a mighty Saviour;
Helpless souls have here a Friend;
He has borne their misbehaviour,
And his mercy knows no end;
O ye helpless,
Come, and on his grace depend!
2 He, to save your souls from ruin,
Shed his blood upon the tree !
O ye needy, haste unto him;
His salvation's full and free;
Vilest sinners
Shall his great salvation see.
3 [Whatsoe'er your age or case be, None can save you but the Lamb;
If in prison, he can set free,
And a full release proclaim;
He is mighty,
And to save the lost he came.] 4 Yes, the very worst of sinners, Who upon his grace rely,
Shall of endless bliss be winners,
And shall sing, beyond the sky,
Songs of praises,
To the Lamb that once did die.
"My peace I give unto you."-John xiv. 27.
O MY Soul, with wonder tell,
Jesus hath done all things well;
And, through his atoning blood,
I've a settled peace with God.
2 He bequeath'd his peace to me,
As a gift divinely free;
And it is his righteous will,
That my soul in peace shall dwell. 3 [Love to such vile worms as I, Brought the Saviour from the sky; Every foe for them to quell, Jesus conquer'd death and hell.] [Gifts like this, so full and free, Stand as firm as Deity; God has sworn, nor can he lie, It shall last eternally.]
5 Justice, mercy, truth, and love, Every attribute of God,
Join to make this peace secure,
And it must and shall endure.
6 What a solid basis this;
Such a peace can never miss;
But produce a grateful mind,
To a God so vastly kind.
7 [Mourning souls, who feel the smart
Of a guilty, treacherous heart,
And with mighty care and pain,
Struggle hard relief to gain;
8 Labour hard you may, and long,
But you'll find your foes too strong;
Solid peace can ne'er be had,
Only through a Saviour's blood.]
9 Jesus, mighty Prince of peace!
Now proclaim a full release;
Set poor captive sinners free;
Give them solid peace in thee.
Free Grace.-Eph. ii. 5—8.
FREE grace is the joy of my heart;
Its glories, with wonder, I trace;
To me it doth freely impart
Rich blessings, just suiting my case:
No monster more wretched could be,
Nor less of God's favour deserve;
Yet such is free grace unto me,
never, no, never can starve.
2 [Grace takes all my ruin and woe, Nor murmurs my burdens to bear;
And grace in return makes me know
In Jesus I'm comely and fair;
In self I'm polluted and vile;
But grace sweetly speaks unto me,
It tells me, and that with a smile,
In Jesus I'm perfect and free.]
3 Its blessings, though rich and divine,
Are all without money and price;
A soul, though as wretched as mine,
May venture to hope and rejoice!
Its highest delight is to give
True riches to sinners undone;
Nor can it, nor will it deceive,
The soul that with Jesus is one.
The same.-Titus ii. 11-14.
GOD is a Spirit, just and wise,
His footsteps who can trace?
His love, more ancient than the skies,
Breaks forth in boundless grace.
2 In vast cternity he chose
A people for his praise;
And saves them from their guilt and woes,
By his almighty grace.
3 Redeem'd, with Jesus' blood redeem'd,
His beauties call'd to trace,
No angel can be more esteem'd
Than sinners saved by grace.
4 [Immortal love no change can know,
Though clouds surround his face;
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