May I still enjoy this feeling

In all need to Jesus go;

Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And himself more deeply know!

HYMN DCCXLVIII.

God praised for his Perfections.

PART I.

ROBINSON,

1

MIGHTY God, while angels bless thee,

May an infant lisp thy name!

Lord of men, as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.

2 Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days!
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and lawful praise;

3 For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond a seraph's thought,
For created works of power,

Works with skill and kidness wrought:

4 For thy providence that governs

Through thine empire's wide domain; Wings an angel, guides a sparrow, Blessing be thy gentle reign!

5 But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along;
Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who dare sing that awful song?

HYMN DCCXLIX.

Praise to the Redeemer.

PART II.

ROBINSON.

1B

RIGHTNESS of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unutter'd lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence!
Sing the Lord who came to die;
Did archangels sing thy coming?
Did the shepherds learn their lays ?
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
Should my tongue refuse to praise.

2 From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe;
All to ransom guilty captives!
Flow my praise, for ever flow!
Go, return almighty Saviour,

Leave thy footstool, take thy throne;
Thence return, and reign for ever,
Be the kingdom all thy own!

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2

3

MISCELLANEOUS.

TOPLADY'S COLLECTION.

LOW

BLO

HYMN DCCL.

The Gospel Jubilee.

ye the trumpet blow! The gladly solemn sound

Let all the nations know,

To earth's remotest bound: The year of Jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Exalt the Lamb of God,

The all-atoning Lamb,
Redemption by his blood

Through all the world proclaim;
The of Jubilee is come;
year

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Ye who have sold for nought
Your heritage above,

Shall have it back unbought,
The gift of Jesus' love;
year of Jubilee is come;

The

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

ANON.

5

6

Ye slaves of sin and hell,
Your liberty receive;
And safe in Jesus dwell,

And bless'd in Jesus live: The of Jubilee is come; year

Return, ye ransom'd sinners home.

The gospel trumpet hear,

The news of heavenly grace Ye happy souls, draw near, Behold your Saviour's face; The of Jubilee is come; year

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

Jesus our great High Priest

Hath full atonement made;
Ye weary spirits, rest,

Ye mourning souls, be glad!

The of Jubilee is come;

-year

Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.

WHITEFIELD'S COLLECTION.

1

Now,

HYMN DCCLI.

Evening Hymn.

from the altar of our hearts
Let incense flames arise;

Assist us, Lord, to offer up
Our evening sacrifice.

ANON.

2 Awake, our love, awake, our joy;
Awake, our heart and tongue:
Sleep not when mercies loudly call,
Break forth into a song.

3 Minutes and mercies multiply'd
Have made up all this day;
Minutes came quick, but mercies were
More fleet and free than they.

4 New time, new favours, and new joys,
Do a new song require;

"Till we shall praise thee as we would, Accept our heart's desire.

5 Lord of our time, whose hand hath set
New time upon our score;

Thee may we praise for all our time,
When time shall be no more!

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ANON.

R

HYMN DCCLII.

The Pilgrim's Song.

ISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;

Rise from transitory things,

Towards heaven, thy native place: Sun, and moon, and stars decay,

Time shall soon this earth remove;

Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.