HAT heavenly music do I hear,
Salvation sounding free;

Ye souls in bondage lend an ear,

This is the Jubilee.

2 How sweetly do the tidings roll,
All round, from sea to sea,

From land to land, from pole to pole,
This is the Jubilee.

3 Good news, good news, to Adam's race,
Let Christians all agree,

To sing redeeming Love and Grace,
This is the Jubilee.

4 The Gospel sounds a sweet release
To all in misery,

And bids them welcome home to peace,
This is the Jubilee.

5 Jesus is on his mercy seat,
Before him bend the knee;

Let heaven and earth his praise repeat,
This is the Jubilee.

6 Sinners, be wise, return and come,
Unto the Savior flee;

The Spirit bids you welcome home,
This is the Jubilee.

7 Come, ye redeem'd your tribute bring,
With songs of harmony;

While on the road to Canaan sing
This is the Jubilee.

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Grateful Recollection.

OME thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above:
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it!
Mount of God's redeeming love.

? Here I raise my Ebenezer,
Hither by thy help I'm come;
And I hope, by thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He to rescue me from danger,
Interposed his precious blood.

3 Oh! to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to thee:
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it-
Prone to leave the God I love-
Here's my heart-O take and seal it,
Seal it for thy courts above.

OME we that love the Lord,

Mnd let our joys be known;

Join in a song of sweet accord,
And thus surround the throne.

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2 Let sorrows of the mind

Be banish'd from the place;
Religion never was design'd,
To make our pleasures less.

3 Let those refuse to sing,

Who never knew our God;
But fav'rites of the heavenly King
May speak their joys abroad.

4 The men of grace have found,
Glory begun below,

Celestial fruits on earthly ground,
From faith and hope may grow.

5 The hill of Zion yields,

A thousand sacred sweets,
Before we reach the heav'nly fields,
Or walk the golden streets.

6 Then let our songs abound,
And every tear be dry;

We're marching thro' Immanuel's ground
To fairer worlds on high.

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WHEN strangers stand and hear me tell

What beauties in my Savior dwell;

Where he is gone they fain would know
That they may seek and love him too.

2 My best beloved keeps his throne
On hills of light, in worlds unknown;
But he descends and shows his face,
In the young gardens of his grace.

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3 In vineyards planted by his hand, Where fruitful trees in order stand; He feeds among the spicy beds, Where lilies show their spotless heads. 4 He has engross'd my warmest love, No earthly charms my soul can move; I have a mansion in his heart,

Nor death nor hell shall make us part. 5 He takes my soul e'er I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib,

The heav'nly rapture can describe. 6 O may my spirit daily rise

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On wings of faith above the skies,
Till death shall make my last remove,
To dwell forever with my love.

C. M.
Salvation.

ALVATION! O, the joyful sound!
'Tis pleasure to our ears:

A sovereign balm for ev'ry wound,
A cordial for our fears.

2 Buri'd in sorrow, and in sin,
At hell's dark door we lay;
But we arise by grace divine
To see a heavenly day.

3 Salvation! let the echo fly

The spacious earth around,
While all the armies of the sky
Conspire to raise the sound.

4 Salvation! O, thou bleeding Lamb,
To thee the praise belongs!
Salvation shall inspire our hearts,
And dwell upon our tongues.

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Strength from Heaven:

BTo aim the dreadful blow,

OY whom was David taught

When he Goliah fought

And laid the Gittite low?

No sword or spear the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.
2 'Twas Israel's God and King
Who sent him to the fight,
Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright.

Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

3 Who order'd Gideon forth,

To storm the invader's camp,
With arms of little worth,

A pitcher and a lamp?,

The trumpet made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.

4 Oh! I have seen the day,

When with a single word,

God helping me to say,

My trust is in the Lord,

My soul has quelled a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.

5 But unbelief, self will,

Self righteousness and pride,