And safe in JESUS dwell, v. The Gospel trumpet hear, The news of pardoning grace: The year of Jubilee is come; VI. JESUS, our great high priest, Has full atonement made: Ye mournful souls, be glad! The year of Jubilee is come; HYMN XX. C. M. The glorious Gospel of the blessed God. I. WHAT wisdom, majesty and grace Thro' all the Gospel shine! 'Tis GOD that speaks, and we confess The doctrine most divine. II. Down from his starry throne on high, Lays his bright robes of glory by, III. The mighty debt that sinners ow'd, Then thro' the clouds ascends to GOD, IV. There he our great High Priest appears V. Great God, with rev'rence we adore HYMN XXI. L. M. The Gospel, the Power of God. I. WHAT shall the dying sinner do, That seeks relief for all his woe? Where shall the guilty conscience find Ease for the torment of the mind? II. How shall we get our crimes forgiven, III. In vain we search, in vain we try, 'Til JESUS brings his Gospel nigh; 'Tis there that power and glory dwell That save rebellious souls from hell. IV. This is the pillar of our hope, V. Let men or angels dig the mines Where nature's golden treasure shines; Brought near the doctrine of the cross, All nature's gold appears but dross. VI. Should vile blasphemers, with disdain, Pronounce the truths of JESUs vain, We'll meet the scandal and the shame, And sing, and triumph in his name. HYMN XXII. C. M. A Rational Defence of the Gospel, 1. SHALL Atheists dare insult the cross Of our incarnate GOD? Shall infidels revile his truth, II. What if he choose mysterious ways III. What if his Gospel bids us strive IV. What if the men, despis'd on earth, V. Do some that own his sacred truth, None should reproach the Saviour's name, VI. Then let our faith be firm and strong, Nor ever shun those holy men, HYMN XXIII. C. M. A Sight of Heaven in Sickness. OFT I. FT have I sat in secret sighs, Then groan'd aloud with frighted eyes, II. But I forbid my sorrows now; Diseases bring their profit too; III. My chearful soul now all the day IV. Faith almost changes into sight, V. Had but the prison-walls been strong VI. But now the everlasting hills Through every chink appear, And something of the joy she feels, While she's a pris'ner here. VII. The shines of heav'n rush sweetly in VIII. O may these walls stand tott'ring still, The breaches never close, If I must here in darkness dwell, And all this glory lose! |