Then thy wonders we'll proclaim, 721. Praise for a Complete Saviour. L. M. To him that loved us, ere we lay To him that taught our feet the way. 3 To him that wrought our righteousness, And sanctified us by his grace; To him that brought us back to God, Through the red sea of his own blood; 4 To him that sits upon the throne, The great eternal Three in One; To him let saints and angels raise An everlasting song of praise. 722. "At evening time it shall be light."-Zech. xiv. 7. WHAT am I, and where am I? Strange my self and paths appear; Scarce can lift a thought on high, Or drop one heart-feeling tear. 78. 3 4 And though the Lord awhile forbear, A form of words may please A sinner dead in sin; But quicken'd sinners want to pray The Holy Ghost indites, All real vital prayer; And prayer indited by the Lord, 726. 7s. "I am the bright and morning star."- Rev. xxii. 16. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, More and more thyself display, All the fitness he requireth, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 3 Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruin'd by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call. 724. Praise for Redeeming Love. 8. 8. 6. How vast the sufferings, who can tell, When Jesus fought sin, death, and hell, And was in battle slain? How great the triumph, who can sing, When from the grave the immortal King Triumphant rose again? 2 Yet we'll attempt his name to bless, While we pass through the wilderness To Canaan's happy shore. 2 But when we reach the plains above, THE sinner born of God, To God will pour his prayer, S. M. In sighs, or groans, or words express'd, The feelings of his heart 3 4 And though the Lord awhile forbear, A form of words may please A sinner dead in sin; But quicken'd sinners want to pray The Holy Ghost indites, All real vital prayer; And prayer indited by the Lord, 726. 7s. "I am the bright and morning star."-Rev. xxii. 16. CHRIST, whose glory fills the skies, More and more thyself display, 5 Surely the mercy I have sought No; he is full of grace; He never will permit A soul that fain would see his face, To perish at his feet. 730. Lord of All. ALL hail the power of Jesus' name, And crown him Lord of all. 2 Ye souls redeem'd of gentile race, Ye ransom'd from the fall; C. M. Hail him who saves you by his grace, 3 Let every kindred, every tribe, 4 We too, amid the sacred throng, 731. C. M. "I am the Lord that healeth thee."-Exod. xv. 26. HEAL us, Immanuel, here we are, Deep wounded souls to thee repair, |