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SELECTED CHIEFLY

FOR

PUBLIC WORSHIP.

BY

JAMES HARINGTON EVANS,

MINISTER OP JOHN STREET CHAPEL.

LONDON:

· JOHN F. SHAW, 27, SOUTHAMPTON ROW,

RUSSELL SQUARE.

MDCCCXXXVIII.

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WALTON AND MITCHELL, PRINTERS, 24, WAR DOUR STREET.

PSALMS AND HYMNS.

8.

1.
“Absent from the body, present with the

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Lord.”—2 Cor. v.
ABSENT from flesh! O blissful thought!

What unknown joys this moment brings ! Freed from the mischiefs sin hath brought,

From pains and fears, and all their springs. 2 Absent from flesh ! illustrious day!

Surprising scene ! triumphant stroke That rends the prison of my clay,

And I can feel my fetters broke. 3 Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,

Where feet por wings could never climb, Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,

Measʼring the cares and joys of time. 4 I go where God and glory shine,

His presence makes eternal day:
My all that's mortal I resign,

For angels wait and point my way.. 2. “Being made a curse for us.”Gal, iii. 13. 8.7's. A CCURSED is the Lamb of God,

'Tis for man he bears the rod; Earth and skies are veil'd in grief, Man alone shows unbelief.

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2 'Tis finish'd !-through creation's bound

Fly, 0 fly, triumphant sound;
"Tis finish'd! heav’n in gladness sings,

'Tis finish'd! earth re-echoing rings. 3 'Tis finish'd! and the toil is o'er,

The wondrous toil the Saviour bore;
From sin and death the sting he draws,

And on the cross achieves our cause. 4 'Tis finish’d! see the victor rise,

Shake off the grave and claim the skies;
The heav'ns their gates wide open fling,

And all its hosts receive their King. 5 'Tis finish'd! but what sinner dare

In that triumphant hope to share ?
O Jesus, to thy cross we flee,

Our claim alone that joy to see.
6 Then we'll sing the cross, the cross,'

And count all other gain but loss;
Our claim for heaven's triumphant throne,
Assur'd in that, and that alone.

3. “ Unite my heart to fear thy name.”

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Ps. lxxxvi, 11. AT H! wretched, vile, ungrateful heart,

That can from Jesus still depart; And, fond of trifles, vainly rove,

Forgetful of a Saviour's love. 2 In vain we charge our thoughts to stay

And chide each vanity away ;

In vain alas ! resolve to bind

The rebel heart, the wand'ring mind. 3 Through all resolves it quickly flies,

And mocks such weak and tender ties;
There's nought beneath a pow'r divine,

That can our rebel hearts confine.
4 Jesus! to thee we would return,
At thy dear feet repentant mourn
Anew to see thy pard’ning love,

And never from its sway remove.
5 Oh! let thy grace with sweet control

Bind all the feelings of the soul;
Bid all its vanities depart,

And ever sway this wayward heart.
4.
“ He was wounded for our transgressions.”-

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Isa. liii. 5.
ALAS! and did my Saviour bleed,

And did my Sovereign die ?
Would he devote that sacred head,

For such a worm as I ?
2 Was it for crimes that I have done

He groan’d upon the tree?
Amazing pity! grace unknown!

And love beyond degree !
3 Well might the sun in darkness hide,

And shut his glory in,
When God the mighty Maker died

For man the creature's sin.

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