1. THE voice of free grace Cries, escape to the mountain, For Adam's lost race, Christ has opened a fountain, For sin and transgression And every pollution, The blood it flows freely In streams of salvation. Hallelujah to the Lamb, Who purchased our pardon, We'll praise him again, When we pass over Jordan.
2. This fountain so clear, In which all may find pardon, From Jesus' side flows In plenteous redemption: Though your sins they were raised
As high as a mountain, The blood it flows freely From Jesus the fountain. Hallelujah, &c.
3. O Jesus! ride on,
Thy kingdom is glorious, Over sin. death and hell Thou wilt make us victorious, Thy name shall be praised In the great congregation, And saints shall delight Ascribing salvation." Hallelujah, &c.
4. When on Zion we stand, Having gain'd the blest shore, With our harps in our hands We will praise him evermore, We will range the blest fields On the banks of the river, And sing hallelujahs For ever and ever.
23. WAKE, ISLES OF THE SOUTH. Composed by W. B. Tappan, and
sung on the wharf, in New Haven, at the embarkation of the missionaries for the Sandwich Islands, in 1822.
1. WAKE, Isles of the South! Your redemption is near, No longer repose
In the borders of gloom; The strength of his chosen, In love will appear, And light shali arise On the verge of the tomb.
2. The billows that girt ye, The wild waves that roar, The zephyrs that play
Where the ocean storms cease, Shall bear the rich freight To your desolate shore, Shall waft the glad tidings Of pardon and peace. 3. On the islands that sit In the regions of night, The lands of despair, To oblivion a prey, The morning will open With healing and light; The young Star of Bethlehem Will ripen to-day.
4. The altar and idol,
In dust overthrown,
The incense forbade
That was hallowed with blood, The Priest of Melchizedec, There shall atone, And the shrines of Atooi Be sacred to God.
5. The heathen will basten To welcome the time, The day-spring, the prophet In vision once saw,
When the beams of Messiah Will 'lumine each clime, And the isles of the ocean
Shall wait for his law.
travel on, Till I a bet-ter world do view.
24. Farewell dear friends
1. FAREWELL, dear friends, I must be gonɔ, 1 have no home or stay with you; I'll take my staff and travel on, Till I a better world do view. I'll march to Canaan's land, I'll land on Canaan's shore; Where pleasures never end, Where troubles come no more. Farewell, farewell, farewell, My loving friends farewell.
2. Farewell, my frien ls, time rolls along, Nor waits for mortals' care or biiss; I leave you here, and travel on, Till I arrive where Jesus is. I'll march, &c.
3. Farewell, my brethren in the Lord, To you I'm bound in cords of love; Yet we believe his gracious word, That soon we all shall meet above. I'll march, &c.
4. Farewell, old soldiers of the cross,
You've struggled long and hard for heaven, You've counted all things here but dross, Fight on, the crown shall soon be given I'll march, &c. Fight on, &c.
5 Farewell, poor careless sinners too, It grieves my heart to leave you here Eternal vengeance waits for you; and find salvation near I'll march, &c.
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