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2 His sov❜reign pow'r without our aid,
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
5 Wide as the world is thy command, Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
YE dying sons of men,
Immerged in sin and woe,
He bids you come to-day,
Though poor, and blind, and lame; All things are ready, sinner, come, For every trembling soul there's room. Believe the heav'nly word His messengers proclaim; He is a gracious Lord, And faithful is his name: Backsliding souls, return and come, Cast off despair, there yet is room. Compell❜d by bleeding love, Ye wand'ring souls draw near, Christ calls you from above,
His charming accents hear!
1 GOD moves in a mysterious way,
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea,
2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill,
He treasures up his bright designs,
3 Ye fearful saints fresh courage take;
4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,
5 His purposes will ripen fast,
The bud may have a bitter taste,
6 Blind unbelief is sure to err,
And scan his work in vain;
10.EXALTED high, at God's right-hand,
Nearer the throne than cherubs stand, With glory crown'd in white array, My wond'ring soul says, who are they? 2 A. These are the saints belov'd of God, Wash'd are their robes in Jesu's blood; More spotless than the purest white, They shine in uncreated light.
3 Q. Brighter than angels, lo, they shine, Their glories great, and all divine; Tell me their origin, and say
Their order what, and whence came they?
4 A. Through tribulation great they came,
5 Q. And does the cross thus prove their gain?
6 A. Hunger they ne'er shall feel again,
7 Q. Unknown to mortal ears they sing
9 Amen, they cry to him alone
VITAL spark of heavenly flame!
2 Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Drowns my spirits, draws my breath? Tell me, my soul, can this be death? 3 The world recedes, it disappears!
Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears
In Christ the Fountain of true bliss;
2 In this pursuit we stand in need
3 No earthly bliss is worth our stay, Or struggle for another breath; These comforts vanish and decay,
And yield no solid joy in death:
Peace, love, and joy, hence richly flow,