TUNE, Balerma,
1 0, FOR a closer walk with God!
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road,
That leads me to the Lamb!
2 Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and his word?
3 Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest;
I hate the sins that made thee mourn
And drove thee from my breast.
4 The dearest idol I have known,
Whate'er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from thy throne,
And worship only thee.
1 DID Christ o'er sinners weep,
And shall our cheeks be dry?
Let floods of penitential grief
Burst forth from every eye.
2 The Son of God in tears
The wondering angels see;
Be thou astonished, O my soul,
He shed those tears for thee.
3 He wept that we might weep;
Each sin demands a tear;
In heaven alcne no sin is found,
And there's no weeping there.
1 BLEST be the tie that binds
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds
Is like to that above.
2 Before our Father's throne
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts and our cares.
3 We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
4 When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined in heart,
And hope to meet again.
1 Now the Saviour stands a pleading,
At the sinner's bolted heart;
Now in heaven he's interceding,
Undertaking sinner's part.
Sinners, can you hate this Saviour?
Will you thrust him from your arms?
Once he died for your behavior,
Now he calls you by his charms.
2 0, be wise before you languish
On the bed of dying strife;
Endless joy, or dreadful anguish,
Turn upon the events of life.
Sinners, can you hate, &c.
1 A BEAUTIFUL land by faith I see,
A land of rest, from sorrow free,
The home of the ransomed, bright and fair,
And beautiful angels too, are there.
Will you go? Will you go? &c.
2 That beautiful land, the city of light,
It ne'er has known the shades of night;
The glory of God, the light of day,
Hath driven the darkness far away.
Will you go? Will you go? &c.
3 In vision I see its streets of gold,
Its beautiful gates I, too, behold,
The river of life, the crystal sea,
The ambrosial fruit of life's fair tree.
Will you go? Will you go? &c.
4 The heavenly throng, arrayed in white,
In rapture range the plains of light;
And in one harmonious choir they praise
Their glorious Saviour's matchless grace.
Will you go? Will you go? &c.
TUNE, Cambridge.
1 SALVATION! Oh, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears,
A sovereign balm for every wound,
A cordial for our fears.
2 Buried in sorrow, and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise, by grace divine,
To see a heavenly day.
3 Salvation! let the echo fly
The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.
TUNE, Depth of Mercy.
1 DEPTH of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God his wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?
God is love! I know, I feel;
Jesus weeps, and loves me still;
Jesus weeps, he weeps, and loves me still.
2 Now incline me to repent;
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.
God is love, etc.
TUNE, We'll stem the Storm.
1 JERUSALEM, my happy home,
Name ever dear to me!
When shall my labors have an end,
In joy, and peace, and thee?
2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls
And pearly gates behold?
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong,
And streets of shining gold?
3 O when, thou city of my God,
Shall I thy courts ascend,
Where congregations ne'er break up,
And Sabbaths have no end?
4 Jerusalem, my happy home!
My soul still pants for thee;
Then shall my labors have an end,
When I thy joys shall see.
1 LORD, I hear of show'rs of blessing,
Thou art scattering full and free;
Showers the thirsty land refreshing;
Let some droppings fall on me,
2 Pass me not, O God, our Father!
Sinful though my heart may be ;
Thou might'st leave me, but the rather
Let thy mercy light on me!
3 Pass me not, O, gracious Saviour!
Let me live and cling to thee;
For I'm longing for thy favor;
Whilst thou art calling, O! call me,
TUNE, I Do Believe
1 THERE is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins ;
And sinners, plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
I do believe, I now believe,
That Jesus died for me;
And through his blood, his precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.
2 Dear, dying Lamb! Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till all the ransomed church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.
3 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
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