3 Shont, shout, oh ! shouthis praises, 2 Love this friend who longs to save Ye ransomed sons of men, Until the distant breezes Respond his praise again; Till every distant nation Shall teach the heavenly sound, And fill the wide creation With blessings all around. 2 P. M. STILL for thee this friend is plead ing, Oh! how he loves. Hark! his groans, his tears, his All thy sins shall be forgiven, Oh! how he loves. Oh! how he loves. Backward shall thy foes be driven; Best of blessings he 'll provide thee, Safe to glory he will guide thee; 3 Soon we shall behold his glory, Oh! how he loves, Shed, O shed, through Jesu's merit, Floods of sovereign, saving grace. Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away. 2 Groaning for the sad condition Of a vile degenerate race, We thy subjects now petition For the plenitude of grace. Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away. 3 Here we meet in hope believing, For a present, glorious shower, And we feel we 're now receiving, Joy and gladness, love and power. Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away. 4 Let thy power like lightning enter Every dark unhallowed breast, Pierce the gloom unto its centre, Then bring in the heavenly rest. Haste, my Lord, no more delay, Come, my Saviour, come away. JOHN STAMP. With toiling and rowing, strength almost decay'd, The promise still stands, so be not afraid. 5 Christ, then, is our pilot, our compass his word, All storms we defy, while we sail with the Lord; No foes need attack us, they cannot invade, While the Lord says, 'I am here, come be not afraid.' 54. 1 6 lines 7s. CLARK. CHRISTIAN soldiers, now arise, Gird on all your glitt'ring arms, Tread the power of Satan down, He that conquers wins a crown. 2 Hope 's your helmet, faith 's your shield, Learn your heavenly arms to wield, 3 What, though earth and hell oppose, 4 Fight your way to Canaan's shore, 55. 1 And ever stands ready, so be not 2 afraid. 4 With darkness surrounded, by terror distrest, Quite fearful and weak, when such dangers infest; 5 This vessel was built and completed by grace, Was fitted and stor'd for burthen and chase; From her bow to her stern she 's strongly secured, Her cargo is wealthy, and wisely insur'd. 6 The winds and the waves he still holds in his hand, And likewise her foes are all at his command; Near six thousand years she 's been cruising the main, And mann'd with the ransomed she harbours again. 7 Our Captain we 'll praise, who took us on board, In safety we are if we sail with the Lord; Bound to the fair haven, our port we shall gain, In spite of all dangers in crossing the main. THOUGH millions have entered the mansions of bliss, And millions still hasten to that blessed home, What truth more delightful and cheering than this!The Saviour invites you, ' and yet there is room.' Chorus. Come to Jesus, come to Jesus; oh, come, sinners, come; The church bids you welcome, and yet there is room. 3 Thrice blessed be he who launched 2 The kind invitation, oh! will you her at first, And rigg'd her, and stor'd her, on purpose for us; God's love, so amazing, is still her main sail; She's plank'd with salvation quite down to the keel. despise, 4 Provision on board, and clothing 3 Oh! have you not heard that on Calvary bled One victim who only for sin could atone? Salvation bought with blood. Chorus-Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who died on Mount Calvary, Hallelujah, hallelujah, Hallelujah, amen. 2 What, though your arduous track may lie Through regions dark as death! What, though, your faith and zeal to try, Perils beset your path; 3 Yet with determined courage go, And, armed with power divine, Your God will needful aid bestow, And on your labours shine. 4 He who has called you to the war Will recompense your pains; Before Messiah's conquering car, Mountains shall sink to plains. 5 At his approach the hosts of hell From their strong holds driven; Dissolved is superstition's spell, Lo! Satan falls from heaven. are 2 He left his Father's throne on high, 3 He groaned upon the accursed tree To purchase life for you and me; When hung between the earth and skies, 'T is finished, our Immanuel cries, Then bows his sacred head, and dies. 4 He rose triumphant from the dead, And bruises now the serpent's head. With garments stained he mounted high To God's right hand, no more to die, And now he pleads above the sky. 5 We soon shall see him face to face, And shout the triumphs of his grace; Yes, we shall join the blood-washed throng To waft the pleasing theme along, While angels swell the glorious song. 6 Our tears will there be wiped away, In regions of eternal day; A palm of victory we shall bear, And in his kingdom have a share, And through eternity declare, God is love, God is love. JOHN STAMP. P. M. brethren and sisters, let's join heart and hand, mised land; Our Jesus will lead us to the pro[be sure, Our bread shall be given, our water By faith in his promise our souls are secure. Chorus. Press forward, press forward, the prize is in view, A crown of bright glory is waiting for you. 2 Our weakness he 'll strengthen, and darkness make light, If under his banner we faithfully fight; 1 HAIL the day, so long expected, The shrill trumpets loudly roar, Crying, from a distant shore, Babylon's fallen, fallen, fallenBabylon's fallen to rise no more. 3 All her merchants cry with wonder, What is this that 's come to pass Murmuring like some distant thun der, Crying, Oh! alas! alas! Swell the sounds,ye kings and nobles, Priests and people, rich and poor. Babylon 's fallen, fallen, fallen, Babylon's fallen to rise no more. 4 Lo! her captains are returning, Up to Zion see them fly; While the heavenly host, rejoicing, Shout and echo through the sky. 5 See the ancients of the city Tune your harps, ye heavenly choir, Clap your hands and blow the Now's the day of compensation, 62. 1 2 3 4 WITH a sorrow for sin, Let us repentance begin, Then conversion of course will draw nigh; But till washed in the blood We shall never be ready to die. And that we may succeed, That of sinners we 're chief, We've his word and his oath, And his blood seal'd them both, And we know the Almighty can't lie, That if we don't delay, But believe, watch, and pray, He will soon make us ready to die. When our race it is run, When the battle is won, We to mansions of glory shall fly; There eternally praise The blest Ancient of days, For his love made us ready to die. |