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And when I come to Jordan's shore,
• Is this the kind return,
And these the thanks we owe,
Whence all our blessings flow? • To what a stubborn frame
Has sin reduc'd our mind!
And God as strangely kind ! ' 'Turn us again, O God !
And mould our souls afresh; Break, sovereign grace, these hearts of stone,
And give us hearts of fiesh. • Let past ingratitude
Provoke our weeping eyes; And hourly, as new mercies fall,
Let hourly thanks arise.'
6 O The sweet wonders of that cross,
Where Christ my Saviour lov'd and died ;
From his dear wounds and bleeding side.'
In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
And worship at his Father's throne.
Hath overpowering charms;
If Christ be in my arms.'
The law gives sin its damning power,
But Christ, my Ransom, died.
Now to the God of victory
Immortal thanks be paid ;
Through Christ our living Head.'
« All mortal vanities be gone,
Nor tempt mine eyes, nor tire mine ears;
A vision of the Lamb appears.
All the assembling saints around
Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
Address their honours to his name.
• Our voices join the heavenly strain,
And with transporting pleasure sing,
Our blessed Prophet, Priest, and King.
« Thou hast redeem'd our sons from hell
With thine invaluable blood;
Are now made fav’rites of their God.
• Worthy, for ever is the Lord,
That died for treasons not his own,
And dwell upon his Father's throne.'
THE NEW TESTAMENT IN THE BLOOD OF CHRIST,
• The promise of my Father's love
Shall stand for ever good;
And seal'd it with his blood.
* To this dear cov'nant of thy word
I set my worthless name;
And make my humble claim. • The light, and strength, and pard’ning grace,
And glory, shall be mine;
And all my powers, are thine. • I call that legacy mine own,
Which Jesus did bequeath ;
And ratified in death.
Who bless'd us in his will;
Made his own life the seal. "To Him that wash'd me in his blood,
Be everlasting praise ; Salvation, honour, glory, power,
Eternal as his days.'
• Blest be the Father, and his love,
To which celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joys above,
And rills of comfort here below.
• Glory to the great Son of God;
From his dear wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood,
Pardon and life for dying souls. We give thee, sacred Spirit, praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe, Mak’st living springs of grace arise,
And into boundless glory flow. • Thus God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit we adore ; The Sea of life and love unknown,
Without a bottom or a shore.'
Let me but hcar my Saviour say, Strength shall be equal to thy day, Then I rejoice in deep distress, Leaning on all-sufficieut grace,
I glory in infirmity,
• I can do all things or can bear
All sufferings, if my Lord be there; Sweet pleasures mingle with the pains, While his strong hand my head sustains.
• Faith hath an overcoming power,
Can triumph in the dying hour;
Jesus, I love thy charming name,
'Tis music to mine ear; Fain would I sound it out so loud,
That heaven and earth should hear.
· Yes, thou art precious to my soul,
My Transport and my Trust; My Saviour, Shepherd, Husband, Friend,
No other good I boast.
"All my capacious powers can wish,
In thee do richly meet;
Nor friendship half so sweet.
· Thy grace still dwells upon my heart,
And sheds its fragrance there ; The noblest balm of all my wounds,
And cordial of my care.