-ZEBULON. H.M. Dr. L. MASON. 115 1. COME, my Re-deem-er, come, And deign to dwell with me; Come, and thy right assume, And bid thy rivals flee: Come, my Re-deem-er, quick - ly come, And make my heart thy last - ing home. COME, my Redeemer, come, And deign to dwell with me; Come, and thy right assume, And bid thy rivals flee: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 2. Exert thy mighty power, And banish all my sin; In this auspicious hour, Bring all thy graces in: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 3. Rule thou in every thought And passion of my soul, Till all my powers are brought Beneath thy full control: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. 4. Then shall my days be thine, And all my heart be love, And joy and peace be mine, Such as are known above: Come, my Redeemer, quickly come, And make my heart thy lasting home. The sovereign King of kings; 8. He saw the nations lie, 9. He sent his only Son To save us from our woe; His power and grace 10. Give thanks aloud to God, Abides thy word. sorrows bore: Sing loud for ever-more, Worthy (Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. Jesus, our Lord and God, Tell what his arm has done, 3. While they around the throne, Praising his name; Those who have felt his blood Worthy the Lamb. 4. Join, all ye ransom'd race, the Lamb. Sel. 312. [H. 192. | 2. See, his mighty arm is bared, (Stanza 1 in Music.) 2. "I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3. "Can a woman's tender care 4. "Mine is an unchanging love, 5. "Thou shalt see my glory soon, 6. Lord, it is my chief complaint, Awful terrors clothe his brow; For his judgments stand prepared; Thou must either break or bow. 3. At his presence nature shakes, Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee; Solid mountains melt like wax, What will then become of thee? 4. Who his coming may abide ? You that glory in your shame, Will you find a place to hide, When the world is wrapp'd in flame? 5. Lord, prepare us by thy grace; Soon we must resign our breath, And our souls be call'd to pass Through the iron gate of death. |