5 Shout, ye bright angelic choirPraise the Lamb enthron'd above: While astonish'd, I admire

God's free grace and boundless love.

6 That blest moment I receiv'd him
Fill'd my soul with joy and peace:
Love I much ?-I'm much forgiv'n-
I'm a miracle of grace.

Watts.

192. C. M.

Salvation. Ps. lxxxix. 15.

Cambridge.

1 SALVATION!-O, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears-

A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound—
A cordial for our fears.

Glory, honor, praise, and power,
Be unto the Lamb forever!
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer !
Hallelujah, praise the Lord!

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heav'nly day.

3 Salvation!-let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

4 Salvation!-O thou bleeding Lamb,
To thee the praise belongs!

Our hearts shall kindle at thy name;
Thy praise inspires our songs.

New Selec.

193. 11.

Joy in submission to Christ.

Hinton.

1 O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit ; With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet; In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood;Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God. 2 All human expressions are empty and vain. They cannot give voice to this heav'nly flame. I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine I could not this mystery completely define. 3 I'm happy, I'm happy-O wondrous account! My days are immortal-I stand on the mount; I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest,My life and salvation, my joy and my rest! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my songThy grace shall inspire my glad heart and my tongue.

5 0, who's like my Saviour? he's Salem's bright king!

He smiles, and he loves me, and learus me to sing.

I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes lond and shrill,

While rivers of pleasure my spirits shall fill.

Baldwin.

194. C. M.

Brattle Street.

The year of the redeemed. Isa. Ixiii. 4.
1 COME, welcome this new year of
Proclaim'd through Jesus' blood-

The happy year of our release
To seal our peace with God.

grace,

2 We early wander'd from our God
In the dark maze of sin :
The year of the redeem'd is come
To bring us back again.

3 We hear the gospel's joyful sound
Proclaim the jubilee:

The year of the redeem'd is come
To set the ransom'd free.

4 Ye aged saints, who long have sigh'd
To see this happy day,

The year of the redeem'd is come
To wipe your tears away.

5 Ye lovely youth, who late have known
The sweets of pard'ning grace,
The year of the redeem'd demands
Your noblest acts of praise.

S. B. Linsley.

195. C. M.

The happy change.

IAS sailors toss'd on ocean's bed,

In that tremendous hour,

When light'nings glare, and thunders roll,
And winds conflicting roar:

2 At length the glorious sun appears-
The clouds asunder part;

The storm is past, the port is near,
And transport fills each heart.

3 Thus came the sun of righteousness
And bade the tempest cease,

And through my dark, despairing soul
Diffus'd celestial peace.

4 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! What music to the soul

When Jesus casts away our fears,
And speaks, and says, " Be whole !"
5 But O! I want an angel's powers,
And heav'nly harps, to sing
A convert's joy, a convert's love,
For Jesus, Saviour! King!

6 I want eternity's broad space
That I may still repeat,

"Not unto us," and cast my crown
At blest Emmanuel's feet.

D. Sup.

196. L. M.

Confidence in Christ. 1 Cor. i. 30.

Portugal.

1 CHRIST is my hope, my soul's desire;
His spirit shall my heart inspire
With boundless wishes large and high,
And he will all my wants supply.

2 Christ is the source of all my bliss,
My wisdom, strength, and righteousness,
My Joy, my Saviour, Brother, Friend-
On him alone will I depend.

3 Christ is my King, to rule and bless;
He all my sorrows will redress;
Whate'er on earth shall me befal
He's my salvation and my all.

4 Christ is my guide, and portion, too;
I, in his strength, can all things do;
Through him I'll triumph o'er the grave,
And all the powers of hell outbrave.

1 AND canst thou then believe, my soul,
That Jesus is thy friend?

That he his love hath fix'd on thee,-
That love which cannot end?

2 If thou in truth his pow'r hast known,
And felt his changing grace,
Thy duty 'tis his church to join,
And give him all the praise.
3 He says to each regen'rate soul,
"Confess thy Saviour, God:"
His great command I will obey;
I love his holy word.

4 But will the saints, the sons of God,
Believe that I, so vile,

Have felt thy sovereign love, my Lord,
And seen thy gracious smile?

5 What shall I do if they refuse,
And say, I know thee not?

Dear Saviour, wilt thou smile on me
If this should be my lot?

My case I humbly leave with thee.
Duty alone is mine!

In duty's pleasant path I shall
Behold thy glory shine.