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3. His hand no thunder bears;

No terror clothes His brow;
No bolts to drive our guilty souls

To fiercer flames below.
4. ’T was mercy filled the throne,

And wrath stood silent by,
When Christ was sent with pardons down

To rebels doomed to die,

5. Now, sinners, dry your tears;

Let hopeless sorrow cease;
Bow to the scepter of His love,

And take the offered peace.
6. Lord, we obey Thy call;

We lay an humble claim
To the salvation Thou has brought,

And love and praise Thy name.



1. BEHOLD, what wondrous grace

The Father has bestowed
On sinners of a mortal race,

To call them sons of God!

2. Nor doth it yet appear

How great we must be made;
But when we see our Saviour here,

We shall be like our Head.
3. A hope so much divine

May trials well endure;
May purify our souls from sin,

As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
4. If in my Father's love

I share a filial part,
Send down Thy Spirit, like a dove,

To rest upon my heart,

5. We would no longer lie

Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,

And Thou the kindred own.


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1. To God the only wise,

Our Saviour and our King,
Let all the saints below the skies

Their humble praises bring.
2. 'Tis His almighty love,

His counsel and His care,
Preserves us safe from sin and death,

hurtful snare.
3. He will present our souls,

Unblemished and complete,
Before the glory of His face,

With joys divinely great.
4. Then all the chosen seed

Shall meet around the throne,
Shall bless the conduct of His grace,

And make His wonders known.
5. To our Redeemer God

Wisdom and power belongs,
Immortal crowns of majesty,

And everlasting songs.


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1. Come, ye that love the Lord,

And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,

And thus surround the throne.
2. Let those refuse to sing,

That never knew our God;
But favorites of the heavenly King

May speak their joys abroad.

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3. The men of grace have found

Glory begun below:
Celestial fruits on earthly ground ·

From faith and hope may grow.
4. The hill of Zion yields

A thousand sacred sweets
Before we reach the heavenly fields,

Or walk the golden streets.
5. Then let our songs abound,

And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Immanuel's ground

To fairer worlds on high. WATTS.

Doxology. S. M.
To God, the Father, Son,

And Spirit, glory be:
As was, and is, and shall be so,

Through all eternity.


1. Songs of praise the angels sang,

Heaven with hallelujahs rang,
When Jehovah's work begun,

When He spake, and it was done.
2. Songs of praise awoke the morn,

When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose, when Ho

Captive led captivity.
3. Heaven and earth must pass away-

Songs of praise shall crown that day;
God will make new heavens and earth-

Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
4. And shall man alone be dumb,

Till that glorious kingdom come?
No; the Church delights to raise
Psalms and hymns and songs of praise.

5. Saints below, with heart and voice,

Still in songs of praise rejoice;
Learning here, by faith and love,

Songs of praise to sing above.
6. Borne upon the latest breath,

Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then, amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.



1. Jesus lives, and so shall I.,

Death! thy sting is gone forever:
He, who deigned for me to die,

Lives, the bands of death to sever.
He shall raise me with the just:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
2. Jesus lives and reigns supreme;

And, His kingdom still remaining,
I shall also be with him,

Ever living, ever reigning.
God has promised; be it must:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
3. Jesus lives, and God extends

Grace to each returning sinner;
Rebels He receives as friends,

And exalts to highest honor.
God is True as He is Just;

Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
4. Jesus lives, and by His grace,

Victory o'er my passions giving,
I will cleanse my heart and ways,

Ever to His glory living.
The weak He raises from the dust:

Jesus is my Hope and Trust.
5. Jesus lives, and I am sure

Naught shall e'er from Jesus sever,
Satan's wiles, and Satan's power,

Pain or pleasure—ye shall never!
Christian armor can not rust:
Jesus is my Hope and Trust.

6. Jesus lives, and death is now

But my entrance into glory.
Courage! then, my soul, for thou

Hast a crown of life before thee;
Thou shalt find thy hopes were just
Jesus is the Christian's Trust.



1. “Joy to those that love the Lord !"

Saith the sure, eternal word;
Not of earth the joy it brings,

Tempered in celestial springs.
2. 'Tis the joy of pardoned sin,

When we feel 't is well within,
'Tis the joy that fills the breast

When the passions sink to rest.
3. 'T is a joy that, seated deep,

Leaves not when we sigh and weep;
Spreads itself in virtuous deeds,

Sighs for woe, in pity bleeds.
4. Stern and awful are its tones

When the patriot martyr groans,
And the death-pulse beating high,

Rapture blends with agony.
5. Tend'rer is the form it wears,

Touch'd in love, dissolved in tears,
When, subdued, at Jesus' feet,

Sinners clasp the inercy-seat.
6. Joy e'en here ! a budding flower,

Struggling with the storm and shower,
Till its season to expand,
Planted in its native land.


1. CHRIST, of all my hopes the ground

Christ, the spring of all my joy!
Still in Thee let me be found,

Still for Thee my powers employ.

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