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And when I come to Jordan's shore,
I'll raise one Ebenezer more;
Th’ Ark of the Covenant in my view,
I'll sing of grace the Jordan through.'

• Is this the kind return,

And these the thanks we owe,
Thus to abuse eternal love,

Whence all our blessings flow? • To what a stubborn frame

Has sin reduc'd our mind!
What strange rebellious wretches we,

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 ;
Her noblest life my spirit draws

From his dear wounds and bleeding side.'
I would for ever speak his name,

In sounds to mortal ears unknown;
With angels join to praise the Lamb,

And worship at his Father's throne.
Jesus, the vision of thy face

Hath overpowering charms;
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms.'

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The law gives sin its damning power,

But Christ, my Ransom, died.

Now to the God of victory

Immortal thanks be paid ;
Who makes us conquerors while we die,

Through Christ our living Head.'

« All mortal vanities be gone,

Nor tempt mine eyes, nor tire mine ears;
Behold! amidst the eternal throne

A vision of the Lamb appears.

All the assembling saints around

Fall worshipping before the Lamb;
And in new songs of Gospel sound,

Address their honours to his name.

• Our voices join the heavenly strain,

And with transporting pleasure sing,
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,

Our blessed Prophet, Priest, and King.

« Thou hast redeem'd our sons from hell

With thine invaluable blood;
And wretches, that did once rebel,

Are now made fav’rites of their God.

• Worthy, for ever is the Lord,

That died for treasons not his own,
By every tongue to be adored,

And dwell upon his Father's throne.'


• The promise of my Father's love

Shall stand for ever good;
He said, and gave his soul to death,

And seal'd it with his blood.

* To this dear cov'nant of thy word

I set my worthless name;
I seal the engagement of the Lord,

And make my humble claim. • The light, and strength, and pard’ning grace,

And glory, shall be mine;
My life and soul, my heart and flesh,

And all my powers, are thine. • I call that legacy mine own,

Which Jesus did bequeath ;
'Twas purchas'd with a dying groan,

And ratified in death.
Sweet is the mem'ry of his name,

Who bless'd us in his will;
And, to his testament of love,

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,
That Christ's own power may rest on me;
When I am weak, then am I strong;
Grace is my shield, and Christ my song.

• 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;
Christ is my Life, my Joy; my Hope,
I cannot sink with such a prop.'


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;
Not to mine eyes is light so dear,

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.

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