Believe, believe in Jesu's Name,
And all your sins forgiven.
4 Believe in him that died for thee!
And sure as he hath died,
Thy debt is paid, thy soul is free,
And thou art justified!
ESUS, the name high over all,
In hell, or earth or sky!
Angels and men before it fall,
And devils fear and fly.
2 Jesus, the Name to sinners dear,
The Name to sinners given !:
It scatters all their guilty fear;
It turns their hell to heaven.
3 Jesus the prisoner's fetters breaks,
And bruises Satan's head;
Power into strengthless souls it speaks
And life into the dead.
4 O that the world might taste and see
The riches of his grace;
The arms of love that compass me,
Would all mankind embrace.
5 His only righteousness, I show,
His saving truth proclaim:
'Tis all my business here below,
To cry,-" Behold the Lamb!"
6 Happy, if with my latest breath
I may but gasp his name!
Preach him to all, and cry in death,
Behold, behold the Lamb!
HERE is a fountain fill'd with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins;
And sinners plung'd beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, (as vile as he,)
Wash'd all my sins away.
3 Thou dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
"Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be sav'd to sin no more.
4 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.
5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song
I'll sing thy power to save;
When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.
6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd,
(Unworthy though I be,)
For me a blood-bought full reward,
A golden harp for me.
7 'Tis strung, and tun'd for endless years,
And form'd by pow'r divine;
To sound in God the Father's ears,
No other name but thine. C.
NATHER, whose everlasting love,
Thy only Son for sinners gave,
Whose grace to all did freely move, And sent him down a world to save. 2 Help us thy mercy to extol,
Immense, unfathom'd, unconfin'd;
To praise the Lamb who died for all,
The general Saviour of mankind.
3 Thy undistinguishing regard
Was cast on Adam's fallen race:
For all Thou hast in Christ prepar'd
Sufficient, sovereign, saving grace.
4 A world, He suffer'd to redeem;
For all he hath th atonement made;
For those that will not come to him,
The ransom of his life was paid.
5 Why then, thou Universal Love,
Should any of thy grace despair?
To all, to all, thy bowels move,
But straiten'd in our own we are.
6 Arise, O God, maintain thy cause;
The fulness of the Gentiles call:
Lift up the standard of thy cross,
And all shall own thou died'st for all. W.
GOD! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home:
2 Under the shadow of thy Throne
Still may we dwell secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone,
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth receiv'd her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 A thousand ages in thy sight,
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night,
Before the rising sun.
5 The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their cares and fears,
Are carried downward by the flood,
And lost in following years.
6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away:
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
7 O God! our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come!
Be thou our guide while life shall last,
And our perpetual home.
HEE, we adore, eternal Name!
And humbly own to thee,
How feeble is our mortal frame,
What dying worms we be!
2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still,
As days and months increase:
And every beating pulse we tell,
Leaves but the number less.
year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave.
4 Dangers stand thick thro' all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around
To hurry mortals home.
5 Great God! on what a slender thread
. Hang everlasting things:
Th' eternal states of all the dead
Upon life's feeble strings!
6 Infinite joy, or endless woe
Attends on every breath!
And yet how unconcern'd we go
Upon the brink of death!
7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense
To walk this dangerous road!
And if our souls be hurried hence,
May they be found with God!
ND am I born to die?
To lay this body down?
And must my trembling spirit fly
Into a world unknown?
2 A land of deepest shade,
Unpierc'd by human thought!
The dreary regions of the dead,
Where all things are forgot!
3 Soon as from earth I go,
What will become of me!
Eternal happiness or woe
Must then my portion be.
4 Wak'd by the trumpet's sound,
I from my grave shall rise,
And see the Judge with glory crown'd,
And see the flaming skies!
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