5. Ye shall be mine, says Jesus,
In that auspicious day,
When I make up my jewels,
Releas'd from cumbrous clay;
He'll polish and refine you
From worthless dross and tin, And to his heavenly kingdom Will bid you enter in.
6. On that important morning,
When bursting thunders sound,
And nimble lightnings waving,
Shall wing the gloom,profound,
Lift up your heads rejoicing,
And clap your joyful hands,
Lo! you're redeem'd forever
From death's corrupted bands.
7. As Aaron with his girdle
In shining jewels dress'd,
Bore all the tribes of Israel
Inscrib'd upon his breast;
So will the priest of Zion,
Before his father's throne
Present the heirs of glory,
And God their kindred own.
8, The golden bells will echo
Around the sacred hill,
And sweet immortal anthems
The vocal regions fill;
In everlasting beauty
The shining millions stand
Safe on the Rock of Ages,
Amid the promis`d land.
9. We'll range the wide dominion
Of our Redeemer round,
And in dissolving raptures,
Be lost in love profound :
While all the flaming harpers
Begin the lasting song,
With hallelujahs rolling
From the unnumber'd throng.
HYMN 44. P. M.
Burst ye emerald gates and bring
To my raptur'd vision,
All the extatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian :
Lo! we lift our longing eyes,
Break, ye intervening skies,
Sons of righteousness arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.
O how good it is for us to be blest,
And dwell where loving Jesus is..
2. Floods of everlasting light,
Freely flash before him :
Myriads with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him :
Angelic trumps resound his fame;
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name;
Heaven echoing the theme.
3. Four and twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry in reverential tone,
Glory be to God alone,
Holy! holy! holy One.
4. Hark! the thrilling symphonies,
Seem, methinks to seize us;
Join we too the holy lays,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraph's song,
Sweetest note on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus, Jesus, flow along.
HYMN 45. P. M.
The voice of Free Grace
Cries escape to the mountain,
For adam's lost race
Christ hath open'd a fountain,
For sin and transgression
And ev'ry pollution,
His blood flows most freely
In streams of ablution.
Hallelujah to the Lamb,
Who hath purchas'd our pardon, We'll praise him again When we pass over Jordan. That fountain so clear, In which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side
Flows plenteous redemption;
Though your sins were increased
As high as a mountain,
His blood it flows freely;
O come to this fountain.
3. Blest Jesus, ride on,
Thy kingdom is glorious,
O'er sin, death and hell,
Thou wilt make us victorious;
Thy name shall be prais'd
In the great congregation,
And saints shall delight
In ascribing salvation.
3. When on Zion we stand,
Having gain'd the blest shore,
With our harps in our hands
We will praise him evermore ;
We'll range the blest fields
On the banks of the river,
And sing hallelujahs
Forever and ever.
HYMN 46. P. M.
Almighty love Inspire
My soul with sacred fire,
And animate desire
My soul to renew;
I love my blessed Jesus,
On whom each angel gazes,.
And symphony increases,
Above the etherial blue.
And O give him glory,
And O give him glory,
And O give him glory,
For glory is his own,
Yes you may give him glory,
And I will give him glory,
We'll shout and give him glory
When we arrive at home..
2. My tender hearted Jesus,
Thy love my soul amazes,—
Thou diedst for to save us,
When lost and undone,
No seraph could redeem us,
No angel could retrieve us,
No arm could relieve us,.
But Jesus's alone.
3. In him I have believed,
He has my soul retrieved,
From sin he has redeemed,
My soul which was dead;
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