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2 Ye debtors, whom he gives to know,
That you ten thousand talents owe,
When humbled at his feet you fall,
Your gracious God forgives them all.
3 Slaves, that have borne the heavy chain
Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign,
To liberty assert your claim,
And urge the great Redeemer's name.
4 The rich inheritance of heaven,
Your joy, your boast, is freely giv'n;
Fair Salem your arrival waits,
With golden streets and pearly gates.
5 Her blest inhabitants no more
Bondage and poverty deplore;
No debt, but love immensely great,
The joy still rises with the debt.
6 O happy souls, that know the sound!
Celestial light their steps surround,
And shew the jubilee begun,
Which through eternal years shall run.
HYMN 79. C. M.
Door. John x. 7, 9, 16.
AWAKE, our souls, and bless his name,
Whose mercies never fail ;
Who opens wide a door of hope.
In Achor's gloomy vale.
2 Behold the portal wide display'd,
The building strong and fair;
Within are pastures fresh and green,
And living streams are there.
3 Enter, my soul, with cheerful haste,
For Jesus is the door :
Nor fear the serpent's wily arts,
Nor fear the lion's roar.
4 O, may thy grace the nations lead, And Jews and Gentiles come,
All trav'ling through one beauteous gate
To one eternal home!
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face,
The brightest image of his grace:
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.
3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood,
Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God.
And thy rich glories from afar
Sparkle in every rolling star :
4 But in his looks a glory stands,
The noblest labour of thine hands:
The pleasing lustre of his eyes
Outshines the wonders of the skies.
HYMN 80. L. M.
Glory and Grace in Immanuel. 1 Cor.i.31. 2 Cor.x.17. Isa.xlv.25.
OW to the Lord a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue!
Hosanna to th' eternal Name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.
5 Grace! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name!
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!
6 Oh, may I live to reach the place
Where he unveils his lovely face ;
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold!
HYMN 81. C. M.
Kingdom of Christ. Rom. xi. 15. Psa. lxxxix. 29. Zech. ix. 10.
O! what a glorious sight appears
To our believing eyes!
The earth and seas are pass'd away,
And the old rolling skies.
2 From the third heaven, where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The New-Jerusalem comes down,
Adorn'd with shining grace.
3 Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright armies sing,
"Mortals, behold the sacred seat
Of your descending King.
4 The God of glory down to men Removes his blest abode ;
Men, the dear objects of his grace,
And he, the loving God.
5 His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From every weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself shall die."
6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long!
Shall this bright hour delay ?
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.
HYMN 82. C. M.
High Priest, Merciful and Faithful.
VITH joy we meditate the grace
Of our High Priest above;
His heart is made of tenderness,
His bowels melt with love.
2 Touch'd with a sympathy within,
He knows our feeble frame,
He knows what sore temptations mean,
For he has felt the same.
3 But spotless, innocent, and pure,
The great Redeemer stood,
While Satan's fiery darts he bore,
And did resist to blood.
4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out his cries and tears,
And in his measure feels afresh
What ev'ry member bears.
5 He'll never quench the smoking flax,
But raise it to a flame;
The bruised reed he never breaks,
Nor scorns the meanest name.
6 Then let our humble faith address
His mercy and his pow'r,
We shall obtain deliv'ring grace
In the distressing hour.
HYMN 83. P. M.
Shepherd. John x. 11. Isa. xl. 11.
HE Lord my pasture shall
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with watchful eye;
My noon day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountains pant,
To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary wand'ring steps he leads
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
HYMN 84. S. M.
Way, Truth and Life. John xiv. 6. vi. 37, 44, 45.
AM, saith Christ, the way :
Now, if we credit him,
All other paths must lead astray,
How fair soe'er they seem.
I am, saith Christ, the Truth:
Then all that lack this test,
Proceed it from an angel's mouth,
Is but a lie at best.
I am, saith Christ, the Life:
Let this be seen by faith;
It follows, without further strife,
That all beside is death.
If what those words aver,
The Holy Ghost apply;
The simplest christian shall not err,
Nor be deceiv'd nor die.
The Glories of Redemption. Isa. i. 1--3. Heb. ix. 26. 1 Pet.iÿ,24.
ATHER, how wide thy glory shines!
How high thy wonders rise!
Known through the earth by thousand signs,
By thousands through the skies.
2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r,
Their motions speak thy skill;
And on the wings of ev'ry hour
We read thy patience still.
3 Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ,
They shew the labour of thy hands,
The impress of thy feet.
4 But when we view thy grand design
To save rebellious worms,
Where wisdom, power and goodness shine,
In their most glorious forms;