4 Thither we travel, nor intend
fhort of that Blifs to reft:
Nor we, 'till in the Sinner's Friend
our weary Souls are blefs'd.
5 Friends of the Bridegroom we shall reign, Saviour, we afk no more;
Hail Lamb of God, for Sinners flain,
whom Heav'n and Earth adore!
ESU, Lover of my Soul,
Let me to thy Bofom fly,^
While the nearer Waters roll,.
While the Tempest still is high;
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
'Till the Storm of Life is paft:
Safe into the Haven guide,
O receive my Soul at last!
2 Other Refuge have I none,
Hangs my helpless Soul on thee;
Leave, ah! leave me not alone,
Still fupport and comfort me:
All my Truft on thee is stay'd,
All mine Help from thee I bring,
Cover my defenceless Head
With the Shadow of thy Wing.
3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
More than All in thee I find:
Raife the Fallen, chear the Faint,
Heal the Sick, and lead the Blind.
Juft and holy is thy Name,
I am all Unrighteoufnefs!
Vile and full of Sin Lam,
Thou art full of Truth and Grace.
4 Plenteous Grace with thee is found,
Grace to pardon all my Sin:
Let the healing Streams abound,
Make and keep me pure within:
Thou of Life the Fountain art,
Freely let me take of thee,
Spring thou up within my Heart,
Rife to all Eternity !
ESU, thy Blood and Righteoufnefs
My Beauty are, my glorious Drefs;
'Midit flaming Worlds in thefe array'd,
With Joy fhall I lift up my Head.
2 When from the Duft of Death I rife
To claim my Manfion in the Skies,
Ev'n then fhall this be all my Plea;
Jefus hath liv'd and dy'd for me.
Bold fhall I ftand in that great Day,
For who ought to my Charge fhall lay?
Fully thro' thee abfolv'd I am
From Sin and Fear, from Guilt and Shame.
4 Thus Abraham, the Friend of God,
Thus all the Armies bought with Blood,
Saviour of Sinners thee proclaim,
Sinners of whom the Chief I am.
5. This fpotlefs Robe the fame appears When ruin'd Nature finks in Years!
No Age can change its glorious Hue, The Grace of Chrift is ever new. 6 O let the Dead now hear thy Voice, Now bid thy banish'd Ones rejoice, Their Beauty this, their glorious Dress, Jefus, the Lord our Righteoufness.
I THE God of Abram praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above;
Antient of everlasting Days,
And God of Love.
Jehovah, great I AM!
By Earth and Heav'n confeft;
I bow and blefs the facred Name,
For ever blefs’d.
2 The God of Abram praise,
At whofe fupreme Command,
From Earth Irife---and feek the Joys A
At his Right-Hand:
I all on Earth forfake,
Its Wifdom, Fame and Pow'r;
And him ry only Portion make,
My Shield and Tow'r,
The God of Abram praise,
Whofe alt-fufficient Grace
Shall guide me all my happy Days
In all my Ways:
He calls a Worm his Friend!
He calls himself my God!
And he fhall fave me to the End,
Thro' Jefu's Blood.
He by himself hath fworn,
I on his Oath depend,
I fhall, on Eagle's Wings up born,
To Heav'n afcend::
I fhall behold his Face,
'I fhall his Pow'r adore,
And fing the Wonders of his Grace
For evermore.
Tho' Nature's Strength decay,
And Earth and Hell with ftand,
To Canaan's Bounds I urge my Way,
At his Command:
The wat❜ry Deep I pass,
With Jefus in my View;
And thro' the howling Wilderness,
My Way purfue.
6 The goodly Land I fee,
With Peace and Plenty blefs'd;
A Land of facred Liberty,
And endless Reft;
There Milk and Honey flow,
And Oil and Wine abound,
And Trees of Life for ever grow,
With Mercy crown'd.
There dwells the Lord our King,
The Lord our Righteousness;
Triumphant o'er the World and Sin,
The Prince of Peace:
On Sion's facred Height,
His Kingdom ftill maintains;
And glorious with his Saints in Light,
For ever reigns.
He keeps his Own fecure,
He guards them by his Side,
Arrays in Garments white and pure
His fpotlefs Bride:
With Streams of facred Blifs,
With Groves of living Joys,
With all the Fruits of Paradife,
He still supplies.
Before the great Three-One
They all exulting ftand;
And tell the Wonders he hath done,
Thro' all their Land:
The lift'ning Spheres attend,
And fwell the growing Fame;
And fing, in Songs which never end,
The wond'rous Name.
10 The God who reigns on high,
The great Arch-Angels fing,
And Holy, Holy, Holy, cry,
Almighty King!
Who was, and is, the fame; And evermore shall be; Jehovah Father-Great I Am ! We worship Thee.
Before the Saviour's Face
The ranfom'd Nations bow,
O'erwhelm'd at his almighty Grace,
For ever new:
He fhews his Prints of Love
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