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Praise to God in Life, Death, and Eternity.
2 When anxious cares would break my rest,
3 And O! when my last conflict's o'er,
4 Soon shall I learn the exalted strains,
God glorious in the salvation of sinners. 1 FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power,
And on the wings of every hour
But when we view thy vast design
Where vengeance and compassion join
Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe;
The first archangel never saw
So much of God before.
Now the full glories of the Lamb
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name,
O may I bear some humble part
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart,
Excellence of the Scriptures.
For ever be thy name ador'd
For these celestial lines.
Here may the wretched sons of want
Riches beyond what earth can grant,
Here the Redeemer's welcome voice
Spreads heavenly peace around;
And life and everlasting joys
Attend the blissful sound.
O may these heavenly pages be
And still new beauties may I see,
Divine Instructor, gracious Lord!
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
Blessings conveyed by the Scriptures.
GOD, in the gospel of his Son,
Here sinners of an humble frame
Behold his grace, and learn his name;
Our stormy passions it controuls,
The blessedness of Gospel times.
HOW beauteous are their feet,
Who stand on Sion's hill;
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
How charming is their voice!
How happy are our ears,
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
How blessed are our eyes,
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
The Lord makes bare his arm
Let every nation now behold
"Thou shalt cause the trumpet to sound."
BLOW ye the trumpet, blow!
The gladly solemn sound
To earth's remotest bound:
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home,
Extol the Lamb of God,
The sin-atoning Lamb;
Redemption by his blood
Through all the world proclaim:
The year of Jubilee is come:
Ye, who have sold for nought
Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive:
And blest in Jesus live:
The year of Jubilee is come;
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
The gospel-trumpet hear,
The news of pardoning grace;
Jesus, our great High Priest,
Ye weary spirits, rest;
Ye mourning souls, be glad:
The Gospel invitation.
1 LET every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
Ho! all ye hungry starving souls,
And vainly strive with earthly toys