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Partakers of the Saviour's grace,
The same in mind and heart;
Nor life, nor death shall part,
8 O let us haften to the day,
Which shall our flesh restore, When death shall all be done away,
And bodies part no more.
CXXXVIII TheChriftian's Portion
row great the christian's portion is !
What endless joys, what worlds of bliss, The Lord for them prepares ! Their boundless treasures who can know? For all above, and all below,
And GOD in CHRIST, is theirs.
2 There's nothing round the heav'nly throne,
And at their pleasure ufe;
Lest they their feet should bruise.
3 The hand of God fupplies their wants,
With mercies still renew'd :
Yet all things work for good.
4 Jejus, and all in him is theirs :
Of God, thro' grace divine :
They in his image shine.
5 Why talk we now of earthly things,
Or aught below the skies?
6 God is our own, the God of love, And endless stores in heav'n above ;
What can we covet more? Poffefs'a of this, what can we want? Away all carnal discontent !
We have an endless store.
CXXXIX. Jesus admired by his
After what do you afpire ?
To proclaim the finner's friend ?
2 Jesus, full of truth and grace :
Jesus, author of our peace :
Who has bought us with the price
3 Jesus' love is ever new,
Who can give him praises due ?
4 Here alone our hopes are built:
He alone has borne our guilt :
RISE, my soul, my joyful pow'rs,
And triumph in my God :
His glorious grace abroad.
2 He rais'd me from the deeps of fin,
The gates of gaping hell;
And fix'd my standing more focure
That 'twas before I fell.
3 The arms of everlasting love,
Beneath my soul he plac'd ; And on the rock of
fet My flipp'ry tootsteps faft.
bleft abode; Is wall'd around with grace : Salvation for a bulwark stands,
To shield the sacred place.
5 Satan may vent his sharpest (pite,
And all his legions roar s Almighty mercy guards my life,
And bounds his raging pow'r.
6 Arife, my foul, awake, my voice,
And tunes of pleasure fing: Loud Hallelujah Thall address
My Saviour and my king.
Ow shall I praise that love divine,
Which manifest in Jefus is ? Who bore my curse and all my fin,
To bring me to eternal bliss ;
2 I was a traytor doom'd to fire,
Bound to sustain eternal chains :
He flew on wings of strong defire,
Affum'd my guilt, and took my chains.
3 Infinite grace ! almighty charms !
Stand in amaze ye earth and skies : Jefus my God, with naked arms,
Hangs on a cross, for me, and dies !
4 Did pity ever stoop fo tow,
Dreft in divinity and blood ? Were ever rebels courted fo,
In groans of an expiring God?
5 And now he lives and spreads his hands, Those hands that did such smart sustain
; And now my advocate he stands,
Pleading his wounds, his death, and pain.
6 Glory to thee, eternal king,
By all the sons of men be giv'n
While angels found thy praise in heav'n.
WAKE, my soul, and praise my God
Let all within me shout aloud