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2 Shout, ye saints, in rapturous song,
Let the notes be sweet and strong ;
3 Powers of heaven, celestial choirs,
Sing, and sweep your sounding lyres !
4 Every note with rapture swell,
And the Saviour's triumph tell:
When this vain world shall pass away. 2 The wreck of nature all around,
The angel's shout, the trumpet's sound,
3 Children of Adam ! all appear,
The great decisive sentence hear;
4 Lord! to my eyes this scene display,
Frequent, through each returning day;
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'“Faith without Works is dead." James ii. 26.
1 As body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees, decayed and dead,
2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
3 To doerg only of the word,
Propitious is the righteous Lord;
4 In true and genuine faith, we trace
The source of every Christian grace;
4 Kind deeds of peace and love, betray
Where'er it winds its secret way;
1 AUTHOR of good! we rest on thee:
Thine ever watchful eye
Thy hand alone supply.
2 O let thy fear within us dwell,
Thy love our footsteps guide!
That fear, all fears beside.
3 And since, by passion's force subdued,"
Too oft with stubborn will,
And grasp the specious ill :
Let mercy still supply:
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• Prepare ye the Way of the Lord.” Luke iii. 4.
1 A voice from the desert comes awful and shrill:
“ The Lord is advancing: prepare ye the way! The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil,
And o'er the dark world pour the splendour of
2 Bring down the proud mountain, though towering to
heaven, And be the low valley exalted on high; The rough path and crooked be made smooth and
For, Zion! your King, your Redeemer is nigh. 3 The beams of salvation his progress illume,
The lone dreary wilderness sings of her God!
1 AWAKE, my soul! lift up thine eyes;
See where thy foes against thee rise,
Awake, my soul ! or thou art lost.
And willing souls are captives led.
4 Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground;
Perils and snares beset thee round; .,
5 Come then, my soul! now learn to wield
The weight of thine immortal shield;
Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love. 6 The terror and the charm repel,
And powers of earth, and powers of hell: · The Man of Calvary triumphed here: Why should his faithful followers fear!
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1 AWAKE, my soul! rouse every power,
Thy native dignity display:
2 Thy temper meek and humble be,
Content and pleased with every state;
3 Confine thy roving appetites;
4 With eager zeal pursue the prize;
Each fleeting hour of life improve :
Zeal and Vigour in the Christian Race. Phil. ii. 12–14.
1 AWAKE, my soul! stretch every nerve,
And press with vigour on : ,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey:
And onward urge thy way.