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Although temporary Believers, and other unregenerate men, may vainly deceive themselves with false hopes, and carnal presumptions, of being in the favour of God, and in a state of salvation,’ which hope of theirs shall perish; yet such as truly believe in the Lord Jesus, and love him in sincerity, endeavouring to walk in all good Conscience before him, may in this life be certainly assured that they are in the state of Grace; and may rejoice in the hope of the glory of God which hope shall never make them ashamed.

Verse 1

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with mirth, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

Verse 2

Know that the Lord is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

Verse 1

Come, my soul, thou must be waking;
Now is breaking
O’er the earth another day:
Come to Him who made this splendor;
See thou render
All thy feeble powers can pay.

Verse 2

Pray that He may prosper ever
Each endeavor,
When thine aim is good and true;
But that He may ever thwart thee,
And convert thee,
When thou evil wouldst pursue.

Verse 3

Think that He thy ways beholdeth;
He unfoldeth
Every fault that lurks within;
Every stain of shame glossed over
Can discover,
And discern each deed of sin.

Verse 4

Mayest thou on life’s last morrow,
Free from sorrow,
Pass away in slumber sweet;
And, released from death’s dark sadness,
Rise in gladness,
That far brighter Sun to greet.

Verse 5

Only God’s free gifts abuse not,
Light refuse not,
But His Spirit’s voice obey;
Thou with Him shalt dwell, beholding
Light enfolding
All things in unclouded day.

Verse 1

Oh, render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Hath stood, and shall forever last.

Verse 2

Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast—but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?

Verse 3

Extend to me that favor, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford;
When thou return’st to set them free.
Let thy salvation visit me.

Verse 1

All people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

Verse 2

The Lord ye know is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make;
We are His folk, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.

Verse 3

O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

Verse 4

For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

Verse 1

Hark! the herald angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.”
Joyful all ye nations, rise;
Join the triumph of the skies!
With the angelic host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.

Verse 2

See, he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die;
Born to raise the sons of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
Hail the incarnate Deity.
Pleased as man with men to dwell,
Jesus, our Immanuel.

Verse 3

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness;
Light and life to all he brings,
Risen with healing in his wings.
Let us, then, with angels sing,
“Glory to the new-born King!
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.”

Verse 1

Kingdoms and thrones to God belong;
Crown Him, ye nations, in your song:
His wondrous names and powers rehearse;
His honors shall enrich your verse.

Verse 2

He shakes the heavens with loud alarms;
How terrible is God in arms!
In Israel are His mercies known;
Israel is His peculiar throne.

Verse 3

Proclaim Him King, pronounce Him blest;
He’s your Defence, your Joy, your Rest:
When terrors rise, and nations faint,
God is the Strength of every saint.

Verse 1

These glorious minds, how bright they shine
Whence all their white array?
How came they to the happy seats
Of everlasting day?

Verse 2

From tort’ring pains to endless joys
On fiery wheels they rode,
And strangely wash’d their raiment white
In Jesus’ dying blood.

Verse 3

Now they approach a spotless God,
And bow before his throne
Their warbling harps and sacred songs
Adore the Holy One.

Verse 4

The unveil’d glories of his face
Amongst his saints reside,
While the rich treasure of his grace
Sees all their wants supply’d.

Verse 5

Tormenting thirst shall leave their souls,
And hunger flee as fast;
The fruit of life’s immortal tree
Shall be their sweet repast.

Verse 6

The Lamb shall lead his heavenly flock
Where living fountains rise,
And love divine shall wipe away
The sorrows of their eyes.

Verse 1

From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise:
Let the Redeemer’s Name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

Verse 2

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends Thy word:
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Verse 1

Before Jehovah’s awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone.
He can create, and He destroy.

Verse 2

His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to His fold again.

Verse 3

We are His people, we His care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honors shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to Thy Name?

Verse 4

We’ll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise.

Verse 5

Wide as the world is Thy command,
Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Verse 1

Come, sound His praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing:
Jehovah is the sovereign God,
The universal King.

Verse 2

He formed the deeps unknown,
He gave the seas their bound;
The watery worlds are all His own,
And all the solid ground.

Verse 3

Come, worship at His throne;
Come, bow before the Lord:
We are His works, and not our own;
He formed us by His Word.

Verse 4

To-day attend His voice,
Nor dare provoke His rod;
Come, like the people of His choice,
And own your gracious God.

Verse 1

Lord, Thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.

Verse 2

My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.

Verse 3

Within Thy circling power I stand;
On every side I find Thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.

Verse 4

Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent, what lofty height!
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.

Verse 5

O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where’er I rove, where’er I rest:
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

Verse 1

Let us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for He is kind:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 2

Let us blaze His Name abroad,
For of gods He is the God:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 3

He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 4

All things living He doth feed;
His full hand supplies their need:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 5

He His chosen race did bless
In the wasteful wilderness:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 6

He hath with a piteous eye
Looked upon our misery:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 7

Let us therefore warble forth
His high majesty and worth:
For His mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Verse 1

Now to the Lord, a noble song!
Awake, my soul! awake, my tongue,
Hosanna to th’ eternal name,
And all his boundless love proclaim.

Verse 2

See where it shines in Jesus’ face,--
The brightest image of his grace!
God, in the person of his Son,
Has all his mightiest works outdone.

Verse 3

Grace!--’tis a sweet, a charming theme;
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus’ name:
Ye angels! dwell upon the sound;
Ye heavens! reflect it to the ground.

Verse 4

Oh! may I live to reach the place,
Where he unveils his lovely face,
Where all his beauties you behold,
And sing his name to harps of gold.

Verse 1

Behold the glories of the Lamb
Amidst his Father’s throne
Prepare new honours for his name,
And songs before unknown.

Verse 2

Let elders worship at his feet,
The church adore around,
With vials full of odours sweet,
And harps of sweeter sound.

Verse 3

Those are the prayers of the saints,
And these the hymns they raise:
Jesus is kind to our complaints,
He loves to hear our praise.

Verse 4

Eternal Father, who shall look
Into thy secret will?
Who but the Son shall take that book
And open every seal?

Verse 5

He shall fulfil thy great decrees,
The Son deserves it well;
Lo, in his hand the sovereign keys
Of heaven, and death, and hell!

Verse 6

Now to the Lamb that once was slain
Be endless blessings paid;
Salvation, glory, joy remain
For ever on thy head.

Verse 7

Thou hast redeem’d our souls with blood,
Hast set the pris’ners free,
Hast made us kings and priests to God,
And we shall reign with thee.

Verse 8

The worlds of nature and of grace
Are put beneath thy power;
Then shorten these delaying days,
And bring the promis’d hour.

Verse 1

My dear Redeemer and my Lord,
I read my duty in thy Word;
But in thy life the law appears,
Drawn out in living characters.

Verse 2

Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal,
Such deference to thy Father’s will,
Such love and meekness so divine,
I would transcribe and make them mine.

Verse 3

Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer;
The desert thy temptations knew;
Thy conflict and thy victory too.

Verse 4

Be thou my pattern, make me bear
More of thy gracious image here;
Then God, the Judge, shall own my name
Among the followers of the Lamb.

Verse 1

The blessedness of gospel times; or, The revelation of
Christ to Jews and Gentiles, Isa. 5. 2 7-10. Matt.
. 16 17.

Verse 2

How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion’s hill!
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!

Verse 3

How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
”Zion, behold thy Saviour King,
He reigns and triumphs here.”

Verse 4

How happy are our ears
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!

Verse 5

How blessed are our eyes
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desir’d it long,
But dy’d without the sight.

Verse 6

The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts leant the joy.

Verse 7

The Lord makes bare his arm
Thro’ all the earth abroad
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.

Verse 1

Not to condemn the sons of men
Did Christ, the Son of God, appear;
No weapons in his hands are seen,
No flaming sword, nor thunder there.

Verse 2

Such was the pity of our God,
He lov’d the race of man so well,
He sent his Son to bear our load
Of sins, and save our souls from hell.

Verse 3

Sinners, believe the Saviour’s word,
Trust in his mighty name and live;
A thousand joys his lips afford,
His hands a thousand blessings give.

Verse 4

But vengeance and damnation lies
On rebels who refuse the grace;
Who God’s eternal Son despise
The hottest hell shall be their place.

Verse 1

Who can describe the joys that rise
Thro’ all the courts of Paradise
To see a prodigal return,
To see an heir of glory born?

Verse 2

With joy the Father doth approve
The fruit of his eternal love;
The Son with joy looks down and sees
The purchase of his agonies.

Verse 3

The Spirit takes delight to view
The holy soul he form’d anew;
And saints and angels join to sing
The growing empire of their King.

Verse 1

Bless’d are the humble souls that see
Their emptiness and poverty;
Treasures of grace to them are given,
And crowns of joy laid up in heaven.

Verse 2

Bless’d are the men of broken heart,
Who mourn for sin with inward smart;
The blood of Christ divinely flows,
A healing balm for all their woes.

Verse 3

Bless’d are the meek, who stand afar
From rage and passion, noise and war;
God will secure their happy state,
And plead their cause against the great.

Verse 4

Bless’d are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness,
They shall be well supply’d and fed,
With living streams and living bread.

Verse 5

Bless’d are the men whose bowels move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

Verse 6

Bless’d are the pure, whose hearts are clean
From the defiling powers of sin,
With endless pleasure they shall see
A God of spotless purity.

Verse 7

Bless’d are the men of peaceful life
Who quench the coals of growing strife,
They shall be call’d the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

Verse 8

Bless’d are the sufferers who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus’ sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord,
Glory and joy are their reward.

Verse 1

I’m not asham’d to own my Lord,
Or to defend his cause,
Maintain the honour of his word,
The glory of his cross.

Verse 2

Jesus, my God, I know his Name,
His Name is all my trust,
Nor will he put my soul to shame,
Nor let my hope be lost.

Verse 3

Firm as his throne his promise stands,
And he can well secure
What I’ve committed to his hands
Till the decisive hour.

Verse 4

Then will he own my worthless name
Before his Father’s face,
And in the new Jerusalem
Appoint my soul a place.

Verse 1

Not the malicious or profane,
The wanton or the proud,
Nor thieves, nor slanderers shall obtain
The kingdom of our God.

Verse 2

Surprising grace! and such were we
By nature and by sin,
Heirs of immortal misery,
Unholy and unclean.

Verse 3

But we are wash’d in Jesus’ blood,
We’re pardon’d thro’ his Name;
And the good Spirit of our God
Has sanctify’d our frame.

Verse 4

O for a persevering power
To keep thy just commands!
We would defile our hearts no more,
No more pollute our hands.

Verse 1

Nor eye has seen, nor ear has heard,
Nor sense nor reason known
What joys the Father hath prepar’d
For those that love the Son.

Verse 2

But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heaven to come:
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.

Verse 3

Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye
Can see or taste the bliss.

Verse 4

Those holy gates for ever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there
But followers of the Lamb.

Verse 5

He keeps the Father’s book of life,
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heavenly ground.

Verse 1

Shall we go on to sin
Because thy grace abounds,
Or crucify the Lord again,
And open all his wounds?

Verse 2

Forbid it, mighty God,
Nor let it e’er be said
That we whose sins are crucify’d
Should raise them from the dead.

Verse 3

We will be slaves no more,
Since Christ has made us free,
Has nail’d our tyrants to his cross,
And bought our liberty.

Verse 1

Deceiv’d by subtle snares of hell
Adam our head, our father fell,
When Satan in the serpent hid
Propos’d the fruit that God forbid.

Verse 2

Death was the threatening; death began
To take possession of the man;
His unborn race receiv’d the wound,
And heavy curses smote the ground.

Verse 3

But Satan found a worse reward;
Thus saith the vengeance of the Lord,
“Let everlasting hatred be
”Betwixt the woman’s seed and thee.

Verse 4

“The woman’s seed shall be my Son,
He shall destroy what thou hast done,
“Shall break thy head, and only feel
”Thy malice raging at his heel.”

Verse 5

He spake; and bid four thousand years
Roll on;—at length his Son appears;
Angels with joy descend to earth,
And sing the young Redeemer’s birth.

Verse 6

Lo, by the sons of hell he dies;
But, as he hung ‘twixt earth and skies,
He gave their prince a fatal blow,
And triumph’d o’er the powers below.

Verse 1

Not with our mortal eyes
Have we beheld the Lord,
Yet we rejoice to hear his Name,
And love him in his word.

Verse 2

On earth we want the sight
Of our Redeemer’s face,
Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight
To dwell upon thy grace.

Verse 3

And when we taste thy love,
Our joys divinely grow
Unspeakable, like those above,
And heaven begins below.

Verse 1

No more, my God, I boast no more
Of all the duties I have done;
I quit the hopes I held before
To trust the merits of thy Son.

Verse 2

Now for the love I bear his Name,
What was my gain I count my loss,
My former pride I call my shame,
And nail my glory to his cross.

Verse 3

Yes, and I must and will esteem
All things but loss for Jesus’ sake
O may my soul be found in him,
And of his righteousness partake.

Verse 4

The best obedience of my hands
Dares not appear before thy throne;
But faith can answer thy demands
By pleading what my Lord has done.

Verse 1

Behold! the blind their sight receive;
Behold! the dead awake and live;
The dumb speak wonders, and the lame
Leap, like the hart, and bless his name.

Verse 2

Thus doth th’ eternal Spirit own
And seal the mission of the Son;
The Father vindicates his cause,
While he hangs bleeding on the cross.

Verse 3

He dies! the heavens in mourning stood;
He rises, the triumphant God!
Behold the Lord ascending high,
No more to bleed, no more to die.

Verse 4

Hence, and forever, from my heart,
I bid my doubts and fears depart;
And to those hands my soul resign,
Which bear credentials so divine.

Verse 1

With glory clad, with strength arrayed,
The Lord, that o’er all nature reigns,
The world’s foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

Verse 2

How sure established is Thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For Thou, O Lord, and Thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

Verse 3

The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

Verse 4

Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure,
And they that in Thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.