3 Slaves that have borne the heavy chain

Of sin and hell's tyrannic reign,
To liberty assert your claim,
And
urge

the great Redeemer's name. 4 The rich inheritance you lost,

Restor'd, improv’d, you now may boast; Fair Salem

your

arrival waits,
To golden streets, and pearly gates.
5 Her blest inhabitants no more

Bondage and poverty deplore;
No debt, but love immensely great,

Whose joy still rises with the debt.
6 O happy souls that know the sound!

God's light shall all their steps surround;
And shew that Jubilee begun,
Which through eternal years shall run.

152.
C.M.- Redemption by Christ. John xix. 30.
1 BEHOLD the Saviour on the cross,

A spectacle of wo!
See from his agonizing wounds

The blood incessant flow, 2 Till death's pale ensigns o'er his cheek

And trembling lips were spread;
Till light forsook his closing eyes,

And life his drooping head.
3 'Tis finish'd – was his latest voice:

These sacred accents o'er,
He bow'd his head, gave up the ghost,

And suffer'd pain no more.
4 'Tis finish'd—the Messiah dies

For sins, but not his own;
The great redemption is complete,

And Satan's power o'erthrown.

5 'Tis finish'd-all his groans are past;

His blood, his pain, and toils,
Have fully vanquished our foes,

And crown’d him with our spoils. 6 'Tis finish'd-legal worship ends,

And gospel ages run;
All old things now are pass'd away,
And a new world begun.

153.

P.M.- The Cross of Christ. 1 IN the Cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime. 2 When the woes of life o'ertake me,

Hopes deceive and fears annoy,
Never shall the Cross forsake me,

Lo! it glows with peace and joy. 3 When the sun of bliss is beaming

Light and love upon my way;
From the Cross the radiance streaming,

Adds more lustre to the day. 4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure,

By the Cross are sanctified;
Peace is there that knows no measure,

Joys that through all time abide. 5 In the Cross of Christ I glory,

Towering o'er the wrecks of time,
All the light of sacred story

Gathers round its head sublime.

154.
P.M.-— The Fountain opened. Zech. xiii. 1.
I SEE from Zion's sacred mountain,

Streams of living water flow,
God has opened there a fountain,

That supplies the world below;

They are blessed Who its sovereign virtues know. 2 Through ten thousand channels flowing,

Streams of mercy find their way, Life, and health, and joy bestowing, Making all around look gay;

O ye nations!
Hail the long expected day.
3 Gladden’d by the flowing treasure,

All-enriching as it goes,
Lo! the desert smiles with pleasure,
Buds and blossoms as the rose ;

Every object
Sings for joy where'er it flows.
4 Trees of life, the banks adorning,

Yield their fruit to all around;
Those who eat are sav'd from mourning,
Pleasure comes, and hopes abound;

Fair their portion,
Endless life with glory crown'd.

155. P.M.-A Fountain opened for sin and uncleanness. Zech. xiii. 1. 1 COME to Calvary's holy mountain,

Sinners ruin’d by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain

Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full perpétual tide,-

Open'd when the Saviour died.
2 Come, in poverty and meanness,

Come, defiled without, within;
From infection and uncleanness,

From the leprosy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

3 Come, in sorrow and contrition,

Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,

Here the troubled peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore,

He that drinks shall thirst no more. 4 He that drinks shall live for ever;

'Tis a soul-renewing flood :
God is faithful;—God will never

Break his covenant in blood,
Sign'd when our Redeemer died,
Seal'd when he was glorified.

156.
P.M.- The Invitations of Jesus. Matt. xi. 28.
1 COME! said Jesus' sacred voice,

Come, and make my paths your choice;
I will guide you to your home:

Weary pilgrim, hither.come.
2 Thou who houseless, sole, forlorn,

Long hast borne the proud world's scorn,
Long hast roam'd the barren waste,

Weary pilgrim, hither haste. 3 Ye, who tost on beds of pain,

Seek for ease, but seek in vain;
Ye, whose swoln and sleepless eyes

Watch to see the morning rise. 4 Ye, by fiercer anguish torn,

In strong remorse for guilt who mourn,
Here repose your heavy care!

A wounded spirit who can bear? 5 Sinner come, for here is found

Balm that flows for every wound!
Peace that ever shall endure,
Rest eternal, sacred, sure.

157.

L.M.-Jesus teaching the People. 1 HOW sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound,

From lips of gentleness and grace, When listening thousands gather'd round,

And joy and reverence fill'd the place! 2 From heaven he came, of heaven he spoke,

To heaven he led his followers way;
Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke,

Unveiling an immortal day. 3 “ Come, wanderers, to my Father's home,

Come all ye weary ones and rest!"
Yes, sacred Teacher, we will come,

Obey thee, love thee, and be blest. 4 Decay then, tenements of dust!

Pillars of earthly pride decay!
A nobler mansion waits the just,
And Jesus has prepar’d the way.

158.

C.M.- None excluded from hope.
1 JESUS! thy blessings are not few,

Nor is thy gospel weak;
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,

And heal the dying Greek.
2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage

Doth thy salvation flow;
'Tis not confin’d to sex or age,

The lofty or the low.
3 While grace is offer’d to the prince,

The poor may take their share:
No mortal has a just pretence

To perish in despair.
4 Be wise, ye men of strength and wit,

Nor boast your native powers, But to his sovereign grace submit,

And glory shall be yours,

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