Wine on the lees and well refined, HYMN 74. P. M. Hark! brethren, don't you hear the sound* And when from toil and war we tease A mansion bright, prepar'd in heaven. 2. Those who long in debt have laid, And felt the hand of dire oppression, All their debts are freely paid, And they endowed with large possession, Those that's sick, or blind or lameMaladies are also healed, Outlaw'd rebels, when they come, Receive a pardon freely seal'd. 3. The battle is not to the strong; The burden's on the Captain's shoulder, ཞ None so aged or so young But he may list and be a soldier. 4. Ye need not fear, the cause is good, crown, And fought our way thro' grace to glory. Immanuel's chariot wheels are rumbling ; HYMN 75. P. M. Bright scenes of glory strike my sense, I feel my Saviour in my soul, 2. I feast on honey, milk and wine- Mount Zion yields her rich perfumes 3. My footsteps trace the pleasant meadAnd myrtle fields adorn; While groves of spice my noon-day shades The chaunt of seraphs lift my soul 4. My captivated spirit flies 5. Then earth and sea shall be no more, And all their glory perish; When sun and moon shall cease to shine, And stars at midnight languish. My joy refin'd shall higher shine- HYMN 76. P. M. If ever pity mov'd thee, Thou glorious Son of righteousness, A sure relief is sore distress, Thyself to me, O Christ, impart, And bring me to inherit Thy kingdom form'd within my heart. 2. By sat an oft deceiv'd Drawn from the path of righteousness; Thy spirit oft I've griev'd, And brought upon me sore distress But as thy great compassion Extends to all the fallen race, In faith, I for salvation, [grace. Will humbly look through sov❜reign 3. Here like repentant Peter, Dear Lord, and break my heart of stone. Thy pardon to my soul reveal, Thou great, thou good physician,. Hear, and my wounded spirit heal. 4. All glory to the Saviour, Who shed for me his precious blood, I feel I'm in his favor, That I am his, and he's my God; And as I've much forgiven, Much while on earth, O may I love,. And find my way to heaven, And join the blood-wash'd throng above. 5. There through the starry regions, To sound aloud redeeming grace, And with celestial legions To sing of my Creator's praise ; To sing and shout forevermore, Now begins the heavenly theme, 2. Ye who see the Father's grace, 3. Mourning souls dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears, See your guilt and curse remov'd, 4. You, alas! who long have been |