4 I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;
And stand complete in righteousness,
Washed in my Saviour's blood.
5 There's a new heaven begun
When I awake from death,
Dressed in the likeness of Thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
REJOICING IN THE PROSPECT OF HEAVEN.
1 LORD, I am Thine; but Thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love:
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is Thine.
2 Their hope and portion lie below;
'Tis all the happiness they know;
'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs.
3 What sinners value I resign:
Lord, 't is enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
4 This life's a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go,
Hath joys substantial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
5 O glorious hour! O blessed abode!
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
DELIVERANCE FROM DESPAIR.
1 THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength, My rock, my tower, my high defence; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust:
For I have found salvation thence.
2 Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Spread over me their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptation rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
3 I saw the opening gates of hell,
With endless pains and sorrows there,
Which none but they that feel, can tell;
While I was hurried to despair.
4 In my distress I called my God,
When I could scarce believe Him mine;
He bowed His ear to my complaints;
Then did His grace appear divine.
5 With speed He flew to my relief;
As on a cherub's wings He rode;
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliverer, God.
6 Temptations fled at His rebuke,
Dispelled by His almighty breath:
He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.
7 Great were my fears, my focs were great;
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqueror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.
8 My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord,
Due to His mercy and His power.
1 LORD, thou hast formed my soul sincere, Hast made Thy truth and love appear: Before mine eyes I set Thy laws,
And Thou hast owned my righteous cause.
2 Since I have learned Thy holy ways,
I've walked upright before Thy face:
And if my feet from Thee depart,
It grieves my soul, it wounds my heart.
3 What sore temptations broke my rest!
What wars and strugglings in my breast?
But, through Thy grace that reigns within,
I guard against my darling sin.
4 The sin that close besets me still,
That works and strives against my will;
When shall Thy Spirit's sovereign power
Destroy it that it rise no more?
5 With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful soul shall find
A God all faithful and most kind.
6 The just and pure shall ever say,
Thou art more pure, more just than they;
And men that love revenge shall know,
God hath an arm of vengeance too.
1 JUST are Thy ways and true Thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode : Who is a God beside the Lord?
Or where's a refuge like our God?
2 'Tis He that girds me with His might,
Gives me His holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads His salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, and blessed be my rock!
The God of my salvation lives;
The dark designs of hell He broke;
Sweet is the peace my Saviour gives.
4 Before the scoffers of the age,
I will exalt my Saviour's name :
Nor tremble at their mighty rage;
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.
VICTORY OVER NATIONAL ENEMIES.
1 WE love Thee, Lord, and we adore;
Now is Thine arm revealed:
Thou art our strength, our heavenly tower,
Our bulwark and our shield.
2 We fly to our eternal rock,
And find a sure defence:
His holy name our lips invoke,
And draw salvation thence.
3 When God our leader shines in arms,
What mortal heart can bear
The thunder of His loud alarms?
The lightning of His spear?
4 He rides upon the wingéd wind;
And angels in array,
In millions, wait to know His mind,
And swift as flames obey.
5 He speaks, and at His fierce rebuke
Whole armies are dismayed;
His voice, His frown, His angry look,
Strikes all their courage dead.
6 He forms our generals for the field,
With all their dreadful skill;
Gives them His awful sword to wield,
And makes their hearts of steel.
7 He arms our captains to the fight,
Though there His name 's forgot,
He girded Cyrus with His might,
When Cyrus knew Him not.
8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blessed
For his own children's sake:
The powers, that give his people rest,
Shall of His care partake.
THE CONQUEROR'S SONG.
1 TO Thine almighty arm we owe
The triumphs of the day;
Thy terrors, Lord, confound the foe,
And melt his strength away.
2 'Tis by Thine aid our troops prevail,
And break united powers:
Or burn their boasted fleets, or scale
The proudest of their towers.
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