Thou of life the fountain art

Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.

B

HYMN 80.

The year of Jubilee.

LOW ye the trumpet blow
The gladly solemn sound;

Let all the nations know

To earth's remotest bound, The year of Jubilee is come: Return ye ransom'd sinners home

2. The gospel trumpet hear,
The news of heav'nly grace;
Ye happy souls draw near,
Behold your Saviour's face;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return to your eternal home!

3 Extol the Lamb of God,
The all-atoning Lamb;
Redemption in his blood

Throughout the world proclaim;
The year of Jubilee is come,
Return ye ransom❜d sinners home.

I

HYMN 81, C. M.

Praise for the hope of Glory.

SOJOURN in a vale of tears,
Alas! how can I sing?

My harp doth on the willows hang.
Distun'd in every string.

2 My music is a captive's chains,"
Harsh sounds my ears do fill,
How shall I sing sweet Zion's song?
On this side Zion's hill.

3 Yet lo I hear the joyful sound,
Surely I'll quickly come !
Each word much sweetness doth distill,
Like a full honey-comb.

4 And dost thou come my dearest Lord ? : And dost thou surely come?

And dost thou surely quickly come?
Methinks I am at home.

5 Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest Friend';
Come for I loath these kedar tents! -
The fiery chariots send.

● What have I in this barren land! ́
My Jesus is not here ;

Mine eyes will neler be bless'd until
My Jesus doth appear.

7 My Jesus is gone up to heav'n ‹
To get a place for me;

For 'tis his will, that where he is
There should his servants be.

8 Cana'n I view from Pisgah's top,`、
Of Cana'n's grapes I taste;
My Lord who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last.

9 I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perple'd?
My God that owns me in this world
Will own me in the next.

10 My dearest friends they dwell above, Them will I go to see;

And all my friends in Christ below
Will soon come after me.

HYMN 82. S. M..

ESUS I fly to thee

For mercy, pardon, grace : Through thee alone poor sinners may Approach the Father's face.

2 Let thy atoning blood,
Encourage me to speak;
That all my wants, O Lamb of God
I may to thee relate.

3 I want a sober mind,

A self renouncing will;

That tramples down, and casts behind, The baits of pleasing ill.

4 I want a Godly fear,
A quick discerning eye;

That looks to thee when sin is near,
And sees the tempter fly.

5 I want a heart to pray,
To pray and never cease;
Never to murmer or repine,
Nor wish my suff'rings less.

6 This blessing above all,
Always to pray I want;

Out of the deep on thee to call,
And never, never faint.

7 I want a true regard,
A single steady aim;

Not mov'd by threat'nings or rewardy
To own thee and thy name.

8 I want with all my hearts
Thy pleasure to fulfil,

To know myself and what thou art,
And what's thy perfect will.

I want, I know not what,
I want, my wants to see;
I want alas! what want I not,
When Christ is not in me.

S

HYMN 83. S. M

EE what a wretched state

Sin hath reduc'd us to ;

See how it's brought a dismal fate

Of death on things below.

2 See nature all on wing, Taking her rapid flight,

With 'mazing swiftness, which doth bring Her quick to death's dark night.

3 Where part must rest a while,
Which is the house of clay,
To sleep secure from pain and toil,
Till resurrection day.

4. The soul still wafts along,
Without a moment's stay,

Is call'd to join a different throng,-
And leave this house of clay.

5. Up to Christ's judgment seat, Where souls at last must come ; And there their diff'rent sentence meetj

And hear their final doom.

6 And now, O soul! take care,
To steer thy course aright,

And shun sin's ways that's full of snares,
And leads to endless night.

7 But run the way by Christ,
Which leads to endless day;
Christ's words observe, which is your light,
And you can't miss the way.

8 And shortly you shall rise,
To reach the heav'nly hill,

Where Christ you'll see with glad❜ned eyes,
With glory shall be filled.

HYMN 84. C. M.

The need of Christ: and divine help the greatness of God.

ESUS, thy gospel I embrace,
O come and dwell in me,

JES

Sweet is thy voice and work of grace,
Accept my faith in thee.

2 Prepare my soul to run its race
Here in this world below;
And ever give me of thy grace,
Lord help to will and do.

3 Let thy good spirit guide my way,
Yea, let it dwell with me,

Nor suffer me to go astray,
Saviour, I trust in thee.

▲ Soon as my race is run may sing
Of God's free grace and love,