Wymit. The great Salvation. 1 SALVATION! O the joyful sound! 'Tis pleasure to our ears; . A cordial for our fears. At hell's dark door we lay; To see a heav'nly day. The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound.. 1 SALVATION! O the pow'r and love That here triumphant reign, . To life and GOD again! Each stubborn soul subdue, Than ever mortals knew. 3 Salvation ! 0 Thou bleeding LAMB! To Thee the praise belongs : Salvation shall inspire our hearts, . And dwell upon our tongues. Dyin. Jubilee. The gladly solemn sound ! To earth's remotest bound, Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. Through all the lands proclaim : The year of jubilee is come; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 3 Ye slaves of sin and hell, Your liberty receive ; And blest in Jesus live:? The news of pard'ning grace : Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home... 5 Jesus our great High Priest Has full atonement made: Ye mournful souls, be glad ! i Now.begin the heav'nly theme, Sing aloud the SAVIOUR's Name: Ye, who JESU's kindness prove, Triumph in-Redeeming Love. 2 Ye, who see the FATHER's grace Beaming in IMMANUEL's face, 3 Mourning souls, dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears ; 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been Willing slaves of death and sin, Stop and taste-Redeeming Love. 5 Welcome, all by sin opprest, Welcome to His sacred rest; 6 Hither all your music bring, Strike aloud the cheerful string; 1 PLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair We wretched sinners lay, Or spark of glimm'ring day. Beheld our helpless grief ; He saw, and (O amazing love !) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste He fled, Entered the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 He spoild the pow'rs of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains : JESUS has freed our captive souls From everlasting pains. 5 O for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues , The SAVIOUR's praises speak! 6 Yes, we will praise Thee, dearest LORD; Our souls are all on flame: Hosanna round the spacious earth To Thine adored Name..... ... i THERE is a fountain fill'd with blood Drawn from IMMANUEL's veins; Lose all their guilty stains. 2 Dear dying LAMB, Thy precious blood Shall never lose it's pow'r, Be say'd to sin no more. 3 E’er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. .. * Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy pow'r to save, When this poor lisping stamm’ring tongue Lies silent in the grave. 5 LORD, I believe Thou hast prepar'd (Unworthy though I be) For me a blood-bought free reward, A golden harp for me! 6 'Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, And form’d by pow'r divine, No other Name but Thine. |