Suffer not our hearts to languish,
Suffer not our souls to fear; When our mortal life is ended, Bid us in thine arms to rest, Till by angel bands attended, We awake among the blest.
HYMN 30. Ss & 7s. Sicily.
1 With my substance I will honor
My Redeemer and my Lord;
Were ten thousand worlds my manor,
All were nothing to his word.
2 While the heralds of salvation,
His abounding grace proclaim,
Let his friends of every station,
Gladly join to spread his fame.
3 May his kingdom be promoted;
May the world the Saviour know;
Be my all to him devoted;
To my Lord my all I owe.
4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations;
Praise him all ye hosts above;
Shout with joyful acclamations,
His divine-victorious love.
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
1 Let Zion and her sons rejoice-
Behold the promised hour!
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his pow'r.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain,
Are precious in his eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
5 He frees the soul condemn'd to death;
Nor when his saints complain,
Shall it be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.
6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages, yet unborn, may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.
HYMN 32. L. M. Pilesgrove.
1 Look up, my soul! with glad surprise,
And see the joyful coming day;
When Jesus shall descend the skies,
And form a bright, a glorious day.
2 Nations shall in a day be born,
And swift like doves to Jesus fly,
The saints shall know no clouds return,
Nor sorrow mingled with their joy.
3 The lion and the lamb shall feed
Together in his peaceful reign;
And Zion, blest with heav'nly bread,
Of pinching wants no more complain.
4 The Jew, the Greek, the bond, the free, Shall boast their sev'ral rights no more; But join in sweetest harmony,
Their Lord, their Sovereign to adore.
5 Thus, till a thousand years are past,
And Satan must be loos'd again;
Short is the time his reign shall last,
E'er he's confined in endless pain.
6 But the blest saints shall mount on high,
Where their deliv'ring Prince is gone;
Angels at God's command shall fly,
To bless them with a conqueror's crown.
1 Behold the heathen wait to know
The joy the gospel will bestow;
The exiled captives to receive
The freedom Jesus has to give.
2 Come, let us with a grateful heart,
In this blest labor share a part;
Our prayers and offerings gladly bring
To aid the triumphs of our King.
3 Our hearts exult in songs of praise,
That we have seen these latter days;
When our Redeemer shall be known,
Where Satan long hath held his throne.
4 Where'er his hand hath spread the skies,
Sweet incense to his name shall rise;
And slave and freeman-Greek, and Jew,
By sovereign grace be formed anew.
HYMN 34. L. M. All Saints.
1 There is a God, who reigns above,
Lord of the heav'n, and earth, and seas,
I fear his wrath, I ask his love,
And with my lips I sing his praise.
2 There is a law which he has writ,
To teach us all, what we must do;
My soul! to his commands submit,
For they are holy, just, and true.
3 There is a gospel rich in grace,
Whence sinners all their comforts draw;
Lord! I repent and seek thy face,
For I have often broke thy law.
4 There is an hour when I must die,
Nor do I know how soon 'twill come:
How many, younger much than I,
Have passed by death to hear their doom.
5 Let me improve the hours I have,
Before the day of grace is fled;
There's no repentance in the grave,
Nor pardon offer'd to the dead.
1 Return, O wanderer-now return!
And seek thy Father's face!
Those new desires, which in thee burn,
Were kindled by his grace.
2 Return, O wanderer-now return!
He hears thy humble sigh:
He sees thy softened spirit mourn,
When no one else is nigh.
3 Return, O wanderer--now return!
Thy Saviour bids thee live:
Go to his feet and grateful learn
How freely he'll forgive.
4 Return, O wanderer--now return! And wipe the falling tear:
Thy Father calls, no longer mourn 'Tis love invites thee near.
HYMN 36. 7s. Pleyel's Hymn.
1 Haste, O sinner-now be wise;
Stay not for the morrow's sun:
Wisdom if you still despise,
Harder is it to be won.
2 Haste and mercy now implore;
Stay not for the morrow's sun;
Lest thy season should be o'er,
Ere this evening's stage be run.
3 Haste, O sinner-now return;
Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn,
Ere salvation's work is done.
4 Haste, O sinner-now be blest, Stay not for the morrow's sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest,
Ere the morrow is begun.
1 Oh! could I find some peaceful bow'r, Where sin has neither place nor pow'r,
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