For this great love let saints below,
Their grateful tributes bring;
And in the most melodious lays,
Their sweetest praises sing.
O all ye chosen saints of his,
That are gone up above,
O raise your tuneful voices high,
And sing redeeming love.
O for this mighty matchless love,
Let all creation sing;
And the bright realms of heaven above,
With sweet hosanna's ring.
289. Lot's Preservation in Sodom. C. M.
A RIGHTEOUS Lot in Sodom dwelt,
Preserv'd from Sodom's sin;
The pow'r of sov'reign grace he felt,
And God remember'd him.
"Haste," said the angel," haste away,
Up to the mountain go,
"In all the plain make no delay,
"Escape from Sodom's woe.
Sodom's a type of this vile world,
But God's elect are here;
Ere long the bloody flag, unfurl'd,
Will shew destruction near.
Until the wheat is gather'd in,
The fire cannot be made;
Zion's preserv'd from death and sin,
In Christ their living head.
"Tis sov'reign love in ev'ry age That brings salvation forth; Much I admire the sacred page,
But more the Saviour's worth.
290. Perseverance of the Saints. L. M. COME hither, ye by sin distress'd,
And hear the Saviour's faithful word, Soon ye shall enter into rest,
And know that he's your conqu'ring Lord. Come hither, ye whose rising fears Forbid to exult and sing,
Whose moments pass in sighs and tears,
Feeling your guilt a dreadful sting!
Does Satan tempt you to give up,
And call no more on Jesu's name?
Cast not away thy little hope,
Come hither, and behold the Lamb!
Come hither, to the Saviour come,
Vile as thou art, in ev'ry view:
In Jesu's house there still is room
For needy sinners, such as you,
Power and love in Christ combine,
An able, willing, Saviour too:
Is he a sun? on thee he'll shine;
Is he thy God? he'll bring thee through,
Great is his name! rich is his grace!
Strong is his arm, and free his love!
Boundless his mercy to embrace,
And lift his chosen sons above!
291. Glorious things are spoken of the Church of God. 8.7,
FROM the great Redeemer's fulness
Zion's sons derive their bliss;
Peace abounding, never ending,
What on earth can equal this?
One with Jesus, without blemish,
Now before the throne of God:
Jesus, their eternal lover,
Bought them with his precious blood,
Thus they stand in God's compleatness,
And their faith shall never fail;
Sin and Satan may molest them,
But o'er them shall ne'er prevail.
God, whose word cannot be broken,
Stands engag'd their foes to quell';
In the bonds of love unchanging
They shall ever, ever dwell.
He that rules the vast creation,
Guides the meanest of his flock;
Call'd a chosen generation,
Shelter'd in th' eternal rock.
Soon the world shall be dissolved, "Heav'n and earth shall pass away," Then the Saints, of God beloved,
He'll to realms of bliss convey.
292. Thanks be unto God for a glorious vic tory through our Lord Jesus Christ. 8. 8. 6. STAND up, my soul, dismiss thy fears, Thy conq'ring Saviour now appears, Thine advocate on high;
He bruis'd the subtle serpent's head,
When he on Calv'ry's summit bled,
And lives no more to die.
At God's right-hand he took his place,
And pleads for all his chosen race,
Who in his name believe;
Who, with th' anointing Spirit blest,
Have truly enter'd into rest;
And still from him receive.
And thou, my soul, through sov'reign love,
Dost oft Immanuel's kindness prove,
Thy God, thy life, thy peace;
When soul-distressing billows rise,
Thee to uphold, in love he flies,
And he'll thy strength increase.
Believing, I rejoice; and sing
The vict❜ries of my God and King,
Nor fear the king of dread:
The arm of Jesus bears me through,
A constant friend and brother too,
My ever-loving head.
Jesus, my God, thy name I'll praise,
And pass the remnant of my days,
As one redeem'd by grace;
Till thou shalt bid my spirit rise
From earth, to meet thee in the skies,
And see thee face to face.
FREE grace to every heaven-born soul
Will be their constant theme;
Long as eternal ages roll
They'll still adore the Lamb,
Free grace alone can wipe the tears
From our lamenting eyes;
Can raise our souls from guilty fears
To joy that never dies.
Free grace can death itself out-brave,
And take its sting away,
Can souls unto the utmost save,
And them to heaven convey.
Our Saviour by free grace alone
His building shall complete;
With shouting bring forth the head-stone,
Crying, Grace, Grace to it.
May I be found a living stone
In Salem's streets above,
And help to sing before the throne
Free grace and dying love.
294. The Reign of Grace.
HAPPY the heart where graces reign,
Where love inspires the breast;
Love is the brightest of the train,
And perfects all the rest,
Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain,
And all in vain our fear;
Our stubborn sins will fight and reign
If love be absent there,
This is the grace that lives and sings
When faith and hope shall cease;
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