1 2 161. For Salvation. s.M. I will sing aloud of thy mercy.-PSALM lix. 16. How glorious should the subject seem 3 Ah! can we sing too loud, 4 Whom God hath deign'd to call? Hail, mighty Saviour, hail! 162. For Salvation. L.M. Serve the LORD with gladness; come before his presence with singing.-Ps. c. 2. 1 Now raise a solemn cheerful strain, 3 Tis Jesus in the form of man, For whom we count the world but loss, 5 Tis Jesus risen from the dead, And now in heav'n "both Christ and Lord," Their joy, their crown, their "great reward." 163. For Salvation. L.M. Unto him that loved us, and washed us from our sins in his own blood, and hath made us Kings and Priests unto God and his Father; to him be glory and dominion for ever and ever.-REV. i. 5, 6. I How pleasant is the sound of praise, 3 Tho' angels may with rapture see, 4 While angels praise the heav'nly King, And worship him as God alone, The saints with exultation sing [5 Sweet truth, it yields unceasing cause 6 Great King of angels and of saints, 164. For Salvation. c.M. Unto you therefore which believe he is precious.— 1 PET. ii. 7. 1 WE'LL Sing of Christ, no matter who 2 And he is precious in the sight Twas he who brought them to the light, 3 'Tis he who cheers them by his smile, And guards them by his pow'r; Who keeps them safe from force and guile, In every trying hour. 4 "Tis he who will conduct them home, Where all the ransom'd people come ; 5 Let glory wreath his blessed head, 6 And let his people make their boast Who came from heav'n to save the lost; 165. For his Wisdom and Love. L.M. He hath done all things well.-MARK. vii. 37. 1 Он for a heart prepar'd to sing 2 How sov'reign, wonderful, and free, He saves me though I did rebel; [3 Though oft a fiery flaming dart The tempter levels at my heart, With this I all his rage repel, My Guardian doeth all things well.”] 4 Whene'er my Saviour and my God 5 Sometimes he's pleas'd his face to hide, To make me pray, or kill my pride; Yet am I help'd on this to dwell, "My Saviour doeth all things well." 6 Soon shall I pass the vale of death, And in his arms resign my breath: Yet then, e'en then, my soul shall tell, "Jesus is with me: all is well." 7 And when to that bright world I rise, And join the anthems in the skies; Above the rest these notes shall swell, My Saviour has done all things well." |