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621.* CHURCH of Christ, thy destination Is to joy in him by faith; He hath purchas'd thy salvation, He hath ransom'd thee from death.
2 Sin-sick souls, repair for healing To his stripes and bleeding wounds; Then retain a grateful feeling Of the grace which there abounds. 3 In all wants, in all distresses, Thence deriving sure relief; Looking daily unto Jesus,
Who to gladness turns your grief; 4 Join his church in this confession: “I am sinful, weak and poor, But my Saviour's birth and passion
Prove to me the richest store."
5" Nought but Jesus' grace, his merit,
And his blood-bought righteousness, Is the cause why I inherit
Life and peace and holiness."
6 Jesus' death thy strength abideth,
He who in ought else confideth
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O THOU, who out of sin's dark night
And hast thy glorious gospel-light
Before thee humbly fall,
And render for electing grace
Yet hath thy aim, most faithful Friend,
3 What rich returns of thankfulness
From us might be expected! Who, that we might show forth thy praise
Have been thro' grace elected;
We bear, while of our heav'nly call
4 May we show forth continually,
Of thee and thy salvation; May all men in us see, Our words and works agree, Then shall we of redeeming love To others a sweet savor prove. 5 But are there such among us still,
Whose hearts thy love ne'er warmed, Who, tho' their wretched state they feel, Are not thereby alarmed;
rouse them from death's sleep, That they may pray and weep, And flee as sinners to thy wounds, Where, for the vilest, grace abounds.
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TO God the great Creator,
That blessed Lamb, which John once
We now revere with awe.
As if it had been slaughter'd,
2 Thou ransom'd church of Jesus,
His love we will proclaim;
Yield service to his name ; The church with tender care he'll guide, And will in ev'ry trial Our sure Support abide.
Let us perceive in all our streets and
2 In labor, or at rest, O Lord, bedew
And to enjoy thy grace
And closely in the bond of peace
4 We surely are a work of thy own hand,
To serve thy name. 5 Grant that we all, both young and
old, may prove
True witnesses of thy redeeming love;
Grant that thy church may constant vict❜ry gain;
May we, truly conscious that we are
To look to thee in faith be always To thee our highest Good!
7 Might ev'ry one who knows us, clearly trace
2 Unfold thy grace's treasure,
And all our hearts prepare, That we may in full measure In all thy people unction, truth and In thy salvation share: grace; [gation, O may thy looks of grace That whoe'er approacheth thy congre- Insure our happiness; May feel and own it from a clear per- Uphold us, and forever
"The Lord is here." Set us before thy face. (Psalm xli. 12.)
THE happy church of Christ
2 Lord Jesus, when we trace
3 Thou open'st us a door,
Our little strength thou know'st, Assist us, Lord, we thee implore, To call to thee the lost.
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HOW bold and vain th' attempt to overthrow
The blessed church of Jesus Christ below!
For Salem's bulwarks, holy walls and tow'rs,
Shall stand in spite of all opposing pow'rs.
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THOU know'st, the congregation Hath thee for her foundation, Whate'er the world may say;
Grant us to cleave for ever
To thee our faithful Saviour,
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JESUS, hear our supplication,
'Tis thy pleasure
Those to bless, who to thee cleave: Grant us stronger demonstration Of thy favor,
May love among us bear the sway. Than our weak minds can conceive;
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IN Jesus' love and peace,
On earth's extended face,
Dwell our congregations:
644.* T. 121. LORD Jesus, by thy death,
Whereon we trust by faith,
Preserve the church, thy bride,
Of the Servants and Witnesses of the Lord, and the Spreading of his Kingdom upon Earth.
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HIGH on his everlasting throne,
The Lord of hosts his work surveys, He marks the souls which are his own,
And smiles on his peculiar race; He rests well pleas'd their toil to see, Beneath his easy yoke they move, With all their heart and strengthragree In the sweet labor of his love.
2 His eye the world at once looks thro' A vast uncultivated field,
Mountains and vallies meet his view,
3 See, where the servants of their God,
A busy multitude appear,