5 Shout, ye bright angelic choirPraise the Lamb enthron'd above: While astonish'd, I admire God's free grace and boundless love. 6 That blest moment I receiv'd him Watts. 192. C. M. Salvation. Ps. lxxxix. 15. Cambridge. 1 SALVATION!-O, the joyful sound! A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound— Glory, honor, praise, and power, 2 Buried in sorrow and in sin 3 Salvation!-let the echo fly 4 Salvation!-O thou bleeding Lamb, Our hearts shall kindle at thy name; New Selec. 193. 11. Joy in submission to Christ. Hinton. 1 O JESUS, my Saviour, to thee I submit ; With love and thanksgiving fall down at thy feet; In sacrifice offer my soul, flesh, and blood;Thou art my Redeemer, my Lord, and my God. 2 All human expressions are empty and vain. They cannot give voice to this heav'nly flame. I'm sure if the tongue of an angel were mine I could not this mystery completely define. 3 I'm happy, I'm happy-O wondrous account! My days are immortal-I stand on the mount; I gaze on my treasure, and long to be there, With Jesus and angels, my kindred so dear. 4 O Jesus, my Saviour, with thee I am blest,My life and salvation, my joy and my rest! Thy name be my theme, and thy love be my songThy grace shall inspire my glad heart and my tongue. 5 0, who's like my Saviour? he's Salem's bright king! He smiles, and he loves me, and learus me to sing. I'll praise him, I'll praise him, with notes lond and shrill, While rivers of pleasure my spirits shall fill. Baldwin. 194. C. M. Brattle Street. The year of the redeemed. Isa. Ixiii. 4. The happy year of our release grace, 2 We early wander'd from our God 3 We hear the gospel's joyful sound The year of the redeem'd is come 4 Ye aged saints, who long have sigh'd The year of the redeem'd is come 5 Ye lovely youth, who late have known S. B. Linsley. 195. C. M. The happy change. IAS sailors toss'd on ocean's bed, In that tremendous hour, When light'nings glare, and thunders roll, 2 At length the glorious sun appears- The storm is past, the port is near, 3 Thus came the sun of righteousness And through my dark, despairing soul 4 How sweet the voice of pardon sounds! What music to the soul When Jesus casts away our fears, 6 I want eternity's broad space "Not unto us," and cast my crown D. Sup. 196. L. M. Confidence in Christ. 1 Cor. i. 30. Portugal. 1 CHRIST is my hope, my soul's desire; 2 Christ is the source of all my bliss, 3 Christ is my King, to rule and bless; 4 Christ is my guide, and portion, too; 1 AND canst thou then believe, my soul, That he his love hath fix'd on thee,- 2 If thou in truth his pow'r hast known, 4 But will the saints, the sons of God, Have felt thy sovereign love, my Lord, 5 What shall I do if they refuse, Dear Saviour, wilt thou smile on me My case I humbly leave with thee. In duty's pleasant path I shall |