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THE VOICE OF FREE GRACE. 29th P. M.
1. The voice of free grace cries, Escape to the mountain; For Adam's lost race Christ hath
a fountain: For sin and uncleanness, and ev - ery transgression, llis
blood flows most freely, in streams of salvation, His blood flows inost freely, in streams, &c.
Hal - lu - lu - jah to the Lamlı
, who has purchased our par-don: We will praise him a
pain when we pass o-ver Jordan, We will praise him again when we pass over Jordan.
[See hymn 303 on opposite page.]
Hallelujah to the Lamb, who has purchased
our parlon: 2 O Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the
We will praise him again when we pass over billow,
Jordan. Aroused by the shriek of despair from thy pillow,
2 Now glory to God in the highest is given ; Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, Now glory to God is re-echoed in heaven; Who cries, in his anguish,--Save, Lord, or we Around the whole earth let us tell the glad perish!
story, 3 And, O, when the whirlwind of passion is And sing of his love, his salvation and glory.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. raging When sin in our hearts its sad warfare is 3 O Jesus, ride on,—thy kingdom is glorious, waging,
O'er sin, death, and hell, thou wilt make us Then send down thy grace, thy redeemed to victorious : cherish,
Thy name shall be praised in the great congreRebuke the destroyer,—Save, Lord, or we
And saints shall ascribe unto thee their salva
tion. 303 The voice of free grace. [Tune on p. 266.]
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c. THE THE voice of free grace cries --Escape to 4 When on Zion we stand, having gain’d the the mountain;
blest shore, For Adam's lost race Christ hath opend a With our barps in our hands, we will praise
fountain : For sin and uncleanness, and every transgres- We'll range the blest fields on the banks of the sion,
river, His blood flows most freely, in streams of sal. And sing of redemption forever and ever. vation.
Hallelujah to the Lamb, &c.
GLOUCESTER. 1st P. M.
1. Pris'ners of hope, be strong, be bold; Cast off your doubts, disdain to fear;
Dare to be - lieve; on Christ lay hold; Wres-tle with Christ in migh-ty prayer;
3 Learning's redundant part and vain
Be here cut off, and cast aside :
In every solid truth abide;
Knowledge and vital piety:
And truth and love, let all men see In those whom up to thee we give, Thine, wholly thine, to die and" live.
150–6. 2 Hast thou not died to purge our sin,
And risen, thy death for us to plead ? To write thy law of love within
Our hearts, and make us free indeed ? That we our Eden might regain, Thou diedst, and couldst not die in vain. 3 The promise stands, forever sure,
And we shall in thy image shine, Partakers of a nature pure,
Holy, angelical, divine; In spirit join'd to thee, the Son, As thou art with the Father one. 1011 Sanctified knowledge. 152–6. COME, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
To whom we for our children cry, The good desired, and wanted most,
Out of thy richest grace supply; The sacred discipline be given, To train and bring them up for heaven. 2 Error and ignorance remove;
Their blindness both of heart and mind : Give them the wisdom from above,
Spotless, and peaceable, and kind : In knowledge pure their minds renew, And store with thoughts divinely true.
, Who load us with reproach and shame, As servants of the Lord most high,
As zealous for his glorious Name,
From every evil to depart;
While, upright both in life and heart,
CREATION. 1st P. M.
269 FROM HAYDN'S CREATION.”
150-a. 2 When thou the work of faith hast wrought,
I here shall in thine image shine,
Let men exclaim, and fiends repine,
To Christ, the power of God in man,To me, when I am all renew'd,
When I in Christ am form'd again,
The deii of unbelief. 154-c. () THOU, whom fain my soul would love, This veil of unbelief remove,
And show me all thy goodness, show;
Yet thee, my Lord, have I not known?
I pray thee, in a feeble groan, Tell me, O tell me, who thou art, And speak thy name into my heart.
3 If now thou talkest by the way
With me, the abject sinner, me,
Open mine eyes that I may see:
154-6. COME, O thou universal Good,
Balm of the wounded conscience, come ! The hungry, dying spirit's food,
The weary, wand'ring pilgrim's home; Haven to take the shipwreck’d in, My everlasting rest from sin. 2 Come, O my comfort and delight;
My strength and health, my shield and simi, My boast, and confidence, and might,
My joy, my glory, and my crown:
The mystery so long unknown ;
The name inscribed on the white stone The life divine, the little leaven, My precious pearl, my present heaven.
Ma - ny souls their race have run, Nev-er more to meet us
Retrospect of a year. 2 As the winged arrow flies
3 Thanks for mercies past receive; Speedily the mark to find ;
Pardon of our sins renew; As the lightning from the skies
Teach us henceforth how to live Darts, and leaves no trace behind,
With eternity in view:
Bless thy word to young and old
Fill us with a Saviour's love ;
And when life's short tale is told,
May we reign with thee above.