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4 Hark, O my soul, what sing the choirs
Around the glorious throne? Hark! the Lamb slain" for evermore Sounds in the sweetest tone; The elders there cast down their crowns, And all, in endless day Sing praise to him who shed his blood, And wash'd their guilt away.
5 This, while on earth, we will declare
Cheerful in our degree,
That thro' the blood of God's dear Lamb
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O IF the Lamb had not been slain,
What had been our condition?
2 With all our errors and mistakes He bears, and loves us dearly; A contrite soul He ne'er forsakes,
That acteth but sincerely. When the whole heart to him is giv'n We have a foretaste here of heav'n,
In fellowship with Jesus.
3 When we have fail'd and deeply
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AMAZING grace! (how sweet the sound!)
once was lost, but now am found,
2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believ'd!
3 Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, I am already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home. 4 The Lord hath promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be As long as life endures.
5 Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the vail,
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3 I now wish to be Devoted to thee,
Who for me hast dy'd-Grant that I may serve thee, and in thee abide.
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O HOW enraptur'd is my heart,
At the favor-that my Saviour
Join'd me to the church his body.'
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O REJOICE, Christ's happy sheep!
You are objects of his favor:
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MY All in all, my faithful Friend!
Thou art my God, and ever shalt abide!
XX, Of Thankfulness of the Heart for Jesus' Incarnation
For the blessings which accrue
2 For thy death :||:
Thou art worthy, Lamb of God,
3 O how great :||:
4 Ah remain :||:
Ah remain our highest Good!
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To our Redeemer's glorious name
O may his love (immortal flame!)
2 His love what angel's thought can reach?
What mortal's tongue display?
3 He left his radiant throne on high,
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay Our humble thanks to thee, May ev'ry heart with rapture say: "The Saviour dy'd for me."
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
O JESUS, for thy matchless love,
For us he man became,
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As the Author of their frame;
2 Thanks for thy suff'rings, tears, and Praise him for his incarnation,
And groans in thy distress;
The source of never-fading joys,
And endless happiness.
Human life and bitter passion, And adore his saving name.
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3 Thanks for thy thirst, O Prince of WHAT strikes, O wounded Lamb of
When hanging on the tree;
What a divine refreshment this
To souls athirst for thee!
My soul so sensibly?
'Tis when I view the fervent love,
That urged thee to die;
4 Thanks for thy last heart-piercing cry, And feel that from thy precious blood,
And meritorious death:
Grant we may all on thee rely, And live a life of faith.
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T. 244. REDEEMED congregation, Extol with one accord The God of our salvation, Sing praises to the Lord:
So freely shed for me,
Flows all my happiness in time,
2 This grace, as long as life shall last,
Who dust and ashes am:
3 Thy mercy may I ne'er forget,
Of ceaseless happiness.
4 With contrite tears I thee adore,
If thou support me with thy aid,
5 Whenever my frail nature swerves
6 O thou, who to redeem my soul
7 Thy suff'rings then, and bitter death,
All that which gives thee pain;
Can yield me any further joy,
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BEHOLD, my soul, thy Saviour
Thee to restore to favor,
And reconcile to God;
Thy ev'ry pain he eases,
In him thou find'st relief,
The Lamb of God can trace,
3 I see him in the garden
Shed floods of bitter tears,
My Saviour loveth me,
His back plough'd o'er with furrows,
His boundless love declare.
5 My fav'rite theme is Jesus,
Ah, view him on the cross!
I could not bear to live.
Upon his breast, like John.
Lord, at thy pierced feet.
Thou, Lord, didst me receive, Thou savedst from perdition
My soul, and badst me live:
I thank thee for thy grace;
My soul by blood regained:
A warm and grateful heart,
And thy blood-bought salvation,
3 I look to Golgotha,
For me I view thee languish,
4 Most gracious God and Lord! Mankind's almighty Saviour! Worthy to be ador'd
By all both now and ever!
Low in the dust of death.
My soul shall feed for ever;
Deep on my heart imprest, Thou Son of God and man! Till I with thee shall rest.
I revere-him with fear:
2 Heart-reviving is the view
3 Lamb of God, all praise to thee!
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THANKS to the Man of sorrows be,
Had he not shed his blood our debt to
ray of hope to cheer our mind; But now on earth we may enjoy his grace, And humbly hope in heav'n to see his face.
3 Rise, brethren, we to all the earth Our Lord's atonement will set forth, Will love our Master unto death, And humbly cleave to him by faith. Lord Jesus, be thou prais'd eternally, If there no Jesus were, what should we be!
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WE sinners void of good,
Defil'd by sin and stained, Yet bought with Jesus' blood, Who our salvation gained, As helpless, vile and poor, Appear before his face, And humbly him adore
For our blest lot of grace.