From their cursed empire drove,
Mighty in redeeming love.
Hither then your music bring,
Strike sload each je,ful string;
Mortais, join the host above,
Jaia to praise redeeming love.
Praise to Christ.
Now, in a song of grateful praise,
To av dear Lord my voice I'll raise;
With all his seats. I'll join to tell
M↑ Jesus has done all things well.
All works his glorious pow'r confess,
His wisdon all his works express;
Bat, O his love what tongue can tell!
M. Jesus has done all things well.
How sor'reign, wonderful and free,
Has been this love to sinful me.
This pluck'd me from the jaws of hell→
My Jesus has done all things well;
I spurn'd his grace, I broke his Laws,
And yet he undertook my cause
To save me, though I did rebel!
My Jesus has done all things well.
And since my soul has known his love,
What mercies hath he made me prove!
Mercies which do all praise excel;
My Jesus has done all things well.
Tho' many a fiery flaming dart
The tempter levels at my heart;
With this I all his rage repel;
My Jesus has done all things well.
Soon shall I pass the vale of death,
And in his arms shall lose my breath;
Yet then my happy soul shall tell
My Jesus has done all things well.
And when to that bright world I rise,
And join the anthems in the skies.
Above the rest this note shall swell,
My Jesus has done all things well.
152. Praise to Christ.
O THE delights, the heav'nly joys,
The glories of the place,
Where Jesus sheds the brightest beams
Of his o'erflowing grace!
Sweet majesty and awful love
Sit smiling on his brow,
And all the glorious ranks above
At humble distance bow.
Archangels sound his lofty praise
Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street,
And lay their highest honours down
Submissive at his feet.
His head, the dear majestic head,
That cruel thorns did wound,
See what immortal glories shine,
And circle it around!
This is the man, th' exalted man,
Whom we unseen adore;
But when our eyes behold his face,
Our hearts shall love him more.
Prayer to Christ.
O COME thou wounded Lamb of God!
Come, wash us in thy cleansing blood;
Give us to know thy love, then pain
Is sweet, and life or death is gain.
Take our poor hearts, and let them be
For ever clos'd to all but thee;
Seal thou our breasts, and let us wear
That pledge of love for ever there.
How can it be, thou heav'nly King,
That thou should'st man to glory bring!
Make slaves the partners of thy throne,
And give them an immortal crown!
Ah, Lord! enlarge our scanty thought
To know the wonders thou hast wrought;
Unloose our stamm'ring tongues to tell
Thy love immense, unsearchable.
First born of many brethren, thou;
To thee both earth and heav'n must bow;
Help us to thee our all to give,
Thine may we die, thine may we live!
154. Panting after Christ.
O FOR a sweet inspiring ray,
To animate our feeble strains,
From the bright realms of endless day,
The blissful realms where Jesus reigns!
There low before his glorious throne
Adoring saints and angels fall,
And with delightful worship own
His smile their bliss, their heav'n, their all.
Immortal glories crown his head,
While tuneful hallelujahs rise,
And love, and joy, and triumph, spread
Thro' all th' assemblies of the skies.
He smiles, and seraphs tune their songs
To boundless rapture while they gaze;
Ten thousand thousand joyful tongues
Resound his everlasting praise.
There all the ransom'd of the Lamb.
Shall join at last the heav'nly choir;
O may the joy-inspiring theme
Awake our faith, and warm desire!
Dear saviour, let thy spirit seal
Our interest in that blissful place;
Till death removes this mortal veil,
And we behold thy lovely face.
155. Prayer to Christ.
O THOU, from whom all goodness flows,
I lift my heart to thee;
In all my sorrows, conflicts, woes,
Dear Lord remember me.
When groaning, on my burden'd heart
My sins lie heavily!
My pardon speak, new peace impart,
In love remember me.
Temptations sore obstruct my way,
And ills I cannot flee;
O give me strength, Lord, as my day,
For good remember me.
Distrest with pain, disease, and grief,
This feeble body see,
Grant patieuce, rest, and kind relief,
Hear! and remember me.
If on my face, for thy dear name,
Shame and reproaches be;
All hail reproach, and welcome shame,
If thou remember me!
The hour is near, consign'd to death,
I own the just decree:
Saviour, with my last parting breath,
I'll cry, remember me.
THOU, in whom the gentiles trust, Thou only holy, only just;
Tune all our hearts to praise thy name,
Jesus, unchangeably the same!
If angels, while to thee they sing,
Wrap up their faces in their wing;
How shall we sinful dust draw 'nigh
Thy great and awful Majesty?
Where shall I fit my thankful tongue
To join with heav'n's unnumber'd throng?
Or how prepare my humble lay,
Rightly thy glory to display ?
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